It's strange how my greatest fear is also my greatest comfort.
If everyone were to forget I ever walked this earth,
No one would mourn me stepping off it.
No one would have to remember instances where I made them smile with gloom,
Rather they'd simply never recall it ever happened.
Freedom would be granted if everyone were to never mutter my name again,
Yet it would incage it to never bring forth greatness.
In moments like these reality slips without grasps keeping it in place.
It brings me joy and comfort to let go of it all the same.
Yet in moments like these, where reality slips out of my hold,
Shivers embrace me, and keep me from holding back.
Holding in
Holding tight
Holding onto the railing.
In moments like these, it is strange how my greatest fear is also my greatest to be grateful for.
In moments like these, everything falls apart yet away.
-ArtistForThemselves
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PoetryMultiple poems are held inside here. Those are the kind to be written from experiences, Knowledge, Dreams and goals. Yet also hold disturbing pictures, at least for some. A life is not always pretty. Mind yourself.
