Letting go of the rope, I realised the threads were already frayed.
Letting go of the rope, I realised I always tiptoed the line.
Always afraid.
Black hole beneath.
One mistepped balance and
Engulfed beneath.
Letting go of the rope, I realised...
It was strangling me all along.
Hard
Heart
Beat
Fast
What I was afraid of all along:
P u r e
F r e
e
d o m
--- Ink and Wander
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Poetry - inking my soul (1)
PoetryI am trying my hand at original poetry, because sometimes the heart and soul demand to speak even when you refuse to. This is my first collection - and it consists of 20 poems. I have written more than 20 which should have been part of this collecti...
