I squeezed my eyes shut.
My heart raced, pounding against my ribs.
My breathing was quiet but quick.
Tears pricked my eyes but I refused to let them fall.
The sound of footsteps filled my ears.
I held my breath when they came closer.
I released my breath when they passed me and continued on.
I was hidden.
Not wanting to be found.
But wanting to be understood.
But how could that be possible when I was hidden?
How could I be mended if no one knew I was broken?
But most of all,
How could I be found, if no one was looking?
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Beautifully Broken
شِعرThis is a book for all you people out there that are going through tough shit right now. This book consists of a few understanding poems to help you heal. This is an outlet for anyone who needs it. If you want, send me your own short inspirational/p...
