A place to hide.
A home to rest.
A shelter to save.
My only nest.
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Inside, my mind can spiral,
in swirls of thoughtful dye.
The tulip pattern is eternal,
so when it goes I cry.
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Inside, my heart can scream,
louder than the conch can make.
My confinement lets me breathe,
so when it's gone I break.
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Inside, I can stay safe,
hidden in the beach outskirts.
Part of me is part of my shell,
so when I leave it hurts.
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A place to hide.
A home to rest.
A shelter to save.
My only nest.
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I need to hide.
I need to rest.
I need to save.
It is what's best.
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meet me by the sea [#wattys2019]
Poetry"I'm going somewhere else all alone, the only person I'll worry about is me. A queendom of my own, all hidden beneath the sea. " A poem collection of an introvert's thoughts, dreams and fears, neatly wrapped up in an ocean aesthetic. A few of these...