I am scared of the unknown
of the future
of the present
of myself.
I have been my own company for as long as I can remember
I have gotten used to wiping my own tears away
I have gotten used to taping myself back together
my hands are hard to hold
they are small and soft, shattered and shaking
my hands are too weak to be held by hands like yours
we are too different
they would never fit together
you can try to fit two pieces of a puzzle together
you can try
the cracks are permanent
not even you could heal them
I wish you could
but a wish is all it is.
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Cassidy Kirk
I am a young freelance journalist who also enjoys creative writing as you can see from my work.
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