Too young to understand myself
the weight of other lives on my shoulders
the beginning of every old soul
pain takes away so much potential
calling me impatient
when no one had time for me
I was lost in my mind
and only just found the way out
shameless curiosity
unwavering empathy
be kindest to yourself
recklessly embrace change
chaos is inevitable
you have to learn fear
and those you trust the most can terrify you
and call it love
before you can even fathom the importance of connection
About the Creator
Hufflecup
I want nothing more than to dedicate my life to writing, so I figured I would start here to test the waters. I will be submitting stories to as many communities as possible.
He Loved Her...
Can't speak yet she hasn't forgotten how to think Can't feel yet she still knows what is real Cornered she just cowers Tallying the hours until she's free Struggling in darkness to find the key's grace That will relieve her from this suffocating embrace
By Nichole Campbella day ago in Poets
Spectating
I can't imagine dying like this, in a place like this; on a cold, dirty pavement with rush hour traffic screaming by and a crowd looking on while paramedics struggle to find space to move. Who could? Deep down we all think there should be a reason, a moment of clarity... or a family presence, at least. For this man, this boy, the rail thin woman lighting a cigarette in a faux fur jacket will have to do - she's been here since the start, her eyes tracking the movement of my shoulders as we fight to keep him on the right side of the line.
By S. A. Crawford6 days ago in Fiction
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