My world is in an earthquake
I can't find a ledge
But there are many around me
I'm blind to them
They rip at my flailing arms that reach for them
I need you to show me
To lead my hands with your gentle touch
Reassure me they're there
Promise it'll be alright
YOU ARE READING
a glimpse into this brain of mine
Poesíapoetry collection Trigger warnings Beautiful cover made by @_demi-wizard_ and @Adiemxs
