So you're odd or shy or nervous,
geek, freak, wallflower, with pages left unread,
by those who skim mere hieroglyphs,
with eyes that will never understand.
I will lift you from your dusty shelf,
and breathe the cobwebs from your corners.
My heart speaks the language you were written in,
and my soul is a native of your land.
Afterword of wisdom...
If you live your life with honesty, integrity, loyalty and kindness, it is impossible to go unnoticed.
Even if people don't seem to notice your presence, they will sure as hell notice your absence!
About the Creator
The Rose
I have been writing poetry since a very young age. I don't usually share, but I thought I would get some of it out into the world.
Morning Bliss
Something pulls at me. The darkness no longer so dark, but a softer gray, a flutter of light. The feeling of skin against sheets is fleeting, quickly drowned out by the push of bone against muscle, of nerves once silent now screaming. Awareness is painful, every breath rattling my ribs and pushing my spine against its cord.
By Steph Ruff5 days ago in Petlife
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