A second chance - second breath
another heartbeat.
Movement coming in faster
have to get back on my feet.
Let it all go. Who I am
Who I was and who I had to become.
Hold my breath - fake my death
and bite my tongue.
Excitement grows
But my troubled heart knows
what shaped me.
And my life's just begun
getting from under that thumb.
~Ruby L.S.~
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Author:
Introverted Sage (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 5th, 2024 23:37
- Comment from author about the poem: 15.2023.11
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As we say on Scotland
FREEDOM
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