I use to be so crushed bymy fears...My heart would longfor the things thatI wished...everything I dreamedI would be...Insecure and maybe moody?Wrongfully wired at birth?particular about the thingsthat I did.I would lose sleepand panic would just slip in.
it killed me every timebut pushing throughmade me feel alive.
I realized I'm not yours,your voice starts to fade.and at that moment,that feeling was everything.
Still conscious, but somehow on fire.but I'm going foreverything I desire.The sun is rising.but not from the east,but within in me.
- Written on June 20th, 2018
About the Creator
Cassiie Etienne
28 years old. I have been writing for as long as I could remember. For some reason writing was the only way I could express myself when I was younger and it still is one of the best ways I express myself.
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