Safety Escape
Resistance to leave own comfort bubble
I saw a shooting star in last night's sky,
Maybe I will see it again as I exhale my breath,
So I can wish to be free from my mind.
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How come it is so easy for my struggles to control me
But it is near impossible to take control over them?
I am yet to find the answer to this lifelong riddle,
I must know where the origins stem.
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Let me pick the brain of this body I carry,
Every day it has served me well,
Maybe the answer is within empty spaces,
But am I prepared to change and not dwell?
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Comfort has created, a bond so inviting and safe,
But my mind is begging and pleading:
"Burst your bubble - let's risk and escape".
About the Creator
Dovile Miliauskaite
I have found writing extremely therapeutic & when I write, it sometimes comes out in rhyme.
My goal is to explore my creative side; once ideas flush my mind, I pledge to write and share them with the world. :)
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