Tuesday, 28 February 2017

Poetry 14

Sitting in a cafe as the world rushes by, holding a moment, a feeling.
I try to keep still, to contain, the sadness, the joy, a yearning to dance, to implode, to destroy.
I cannot move, for fear, for remorse, of what will become if I open the doors.
There's more to me than meets the eye, yet I dare not aim to reach the sky.
There's a need to be free, to seek for more, to connect within, to get to pour
Myself into this life, to take what's mine, to shine my light.
I shall not die before I've lived. I know it now, it is my right.

- Louise

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