Thin red lines
The first thing I notice as you walk into the room
Barely covered by your shirt sleeve
Thin red lines
The same ones that have burdened me for years
I know that most wouldn't think twice, wouldn't think to ask
I'm here for you
To talk about the things you can't tell others
The things that hurt to much
I'm here to listen
Always
YOU ARE READING
With Shaking Hands
PoetryWith shaking hands is a collection of poetry I've created over the span of three years, here you'll find poems about, love, loss, growth, recovery. May you find a safe space here, may you find peace here.
