I worry I’ve hidden too well for any love to find me. Sometimes I think I’ve escaped, I stand in the sunlight and feel the warmth of possibility, but each time I end up back under the stairs, I wonder if I ever really left at all, perhaps it was all in my head.
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A feeling of love passing by and not being noticed, a relatable write, nicely written
A beautiful statement of questioning one's fears, needs, worth indeed one's very own observations and view of reality. A lot said in so little a poem. Most lovely
This invokes that the mind is a powerful thing. Great write.
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