There she sat,alone and isolated.
She stared through the translucent glass ,
Feeling completely cut off from the world and time outside of her glass-caged bubble.
Things weren't getting worse ,for once.
But by no means were there any improvements.
Still hurt and anxious and over worked,but managing.
It was a confusing place to be for her,
Life was just...standing still.
She didn't know how OR where she'd move from here,
Whether this was a sign that her bubble was ready to be popped.
She shivered from that thought.
Would she ever be completely ready to leave the safe confines of her little safey zone?
Familiar and comfortable and dark,
Exactly what she was used to.
She didn't feel ready,
But with experience, she never she never really did feel ready for anything risky or exciting or new.
What was so exciting about new,anyways?
New is dangerous and unknown and scary.
New offers fresh opportunities to get hurt.
Why was she even considering this?
Things would get worse soon,they always did after a while.
She wasn't being pessimistic,it was just normal.
So she sat,and watched the world outside her window live,
As she sat and comtemplated being alive.
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Paper Heart Poetry
PoesiaThey don't prepare you for these feelings when you're a kid. ●●● Pain in the shape of words because human emotion is a powerful source of inspiration. Revel in the contradictions. Swim in the salty depths of grief. Climb the mountains of sorrow. Re...
