insecure glances
won't make it any less
I'll see through the tunnel
to the other side
for the first time
butterflies in my stomach
and the urgent beat of my heart
will no longer break me apart
I will stand unshakable
as I finally see my purpose
making me more than capable
even though I am still
on the wrong side of the tunnel
YOU ARE READING
Feeling Indigo, how about you?
PoetryJust a thing for random stuff that sometimes go through my head. I think most of these are my failure attempts at a poem but I can't really write anyway.
