I’m a tightrope walkerMy job requires faith in the emptinessIn the cold embrace of the breezeThe precision in my stepsNever fall into false prideOr never fall into anythingNot the call of the streets belowOne person that splits the crowdNever listen to herFor I can’t walk alongside herI’m a tightrope walkerMy steps are dedicatedTo the conquer … Continue reading tightrope walking
Tag: Poetry
For N. It is one of us: As your prayers keep me still I uproot cacti from the windowsill Running down a highway, I shed a tear Shedding another day from my hidden fear There are so many stars in the air I left cookies for you in the lair You run after me in … Continue reading Cloudpaint 316
I ask this a lot to myself. I think I always dabbled in poetry but was genuinely unaware of it. Then, someone I love passed away. I wrote in poetry when journalling wouldn't suffice. I realised what I was doing then but I didn't take it seriously. Perfectionism stopped me, like one has to be … Continue reading Am I allowed to write poetry?
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