Caricamento in corso...

Over Due

A second chance– second breath
another heartbeat.
Movement coming in faster
have to get back on my feet.
 
Let it all go. Who I am
Who I was and who I had to become.
Hold my breath– fake my death
and bite my tongue.
Excitement grows
But my troubled heart knows
what shaped me.
And my life’s just begun
getting from under that thumb.
 
~Ruby L.S.~

15.2023.11

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