I am small
Frail with veins that stand out on pale skin
Shaking like leaves in fall
I am cold
The wind seeps into my body
Stealing away any warmth I had held
I am shy
A mouse that startles when a door creeks open
Watching and waiting for the next threat
I am careless
Risking life as easily as I breathe
Crossing my fingers luck still guides me
I am calm
The ocean after a hurricane
A body of peace after bloodshed
I am me
The lost soul that dared to play with death
Teasing the eyes that follow my tipsy steps
YOU ARE READING
Barely breathing
PoesieJust words that can't pass my lips but will go through my head until they fall onto paper. Every single one of these are my original pieces.
