I stand in the corner
Like a shadow that forgot
How to rejoin the room
The walls breathe slow
As if they’re waiting
For me to say something
I don’t have language for
My hands stay still
Not folded
Not clenched
Just suspended
Like they’re afraid
To choose a shape
Everyone else sits
In their soft chairs
Their voices drifting
Like warm air
But I stay here
Half ghost
Half witness
Trying to remember
How to step forward
Without shattering
The quiet I’ve built
Around myself
Maybe this is therapy
Not the talking
Not the healing
But the moment
You finally admit
You’ve been living
In the corner
For far too long
You're ready for part 2
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Author:
Anthony Hanible (
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Comments3
This speaks of solitude and being alone. Well written
Exactly 🤏 n yeah we want part 2
Was that the naughty corner? LOL
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