The air is cold and shallow, I see my breaths before they evaporate.
I stand on the street corner in the moment, wondering if I should try to to get away.
My throat closes up, and I can't breathe, knowing what the day has in store for me.
I hold my wrist tight, reminding myself that one day I'll be free.
Years have passed since that day, shivers still run down my spine.
I try hard not to think about the past, and tell myself that everything turned out alright.
The brave little girl from that day, she some how turned out okay.
She still holds her wrist tight, and feels like she can't breathe, but those moments pass.
She no longer feels trapped in the day.
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Comments2
Amazing the things we were when we look back. Great writing.
Thank you, I'm happy that you liked it!
Good writing, tight, letting the emotions seep through the words.
Great poem, Faye!
Thank you
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