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i know i’m not supposed to admit that i’m nervous but those nerves they’re eating and burning but i’m gonna harness those nerves and spread that energy into wings and i’m gonna tell you this but it’s so rarely true. those wings are in my stomach and they’re beating out a song sticking in my head until i can’t hear anything else. like creatures hunched into the shelves of my ribs they fly and carry me higher with them. i’m fine. just a little airborne. never yet on drugs, though plants are my dear friends, since i might be one too a wallflower a girl said they are boring dull full of fault for playing their own portrayal and here i stared, my mind staging its own betrayal because i do have petals. petals in the shape of wings and those wings deep inside of me beating gently and softly into a storm. i’ve only sat in the bathroom stalls once or twice, just to relearn how to breathe. i’ve almost risen more, this week my mom asked if i’ve been feeling anxious lately and finally i could say no. i’ve never cut lines to let the butterflies out. but i’ve written them down.
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Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 9:55 PM UTC
maybe it's a good sign.
i know i’m not supposed to admit that i’m nervous but those nerves they’re eating and burning but i’m gonna harness those nerves and spread that energy into wings and i’m gonna tell you this but it’s so rarely true. those wings are in my stomach and they’re beating out a song sticking in my head until i can’t hear anything else. like creatures hunched into the shelves of my ribs they fly and carry me higher with them. i’m fine. just a little airborne. never yet on drugs, though plants are my dear friends, since i might be one too a wallflower a girl said they are boring dull full of fault for playing their own portrayal and here i stared, my mind staging its own betrayal because i do have petals. petals in the shape of wings and those wings deep inside of me beating gently and softly into a storm. i’ve only sat in the bathroom stalls once or twice, just to relearn how to breathe. i’ve almost risen more, this week my mom asked if i’ve been feeling anxious lately and finally i could say no. i’ve never cut lines to let the butterflies out. but i’ve written them down.
i should edit poems... or not... i could share poems i think are actually okay... or not... oh well. i think maybe this one is a good sign.
#anxiety#nerves#wings#butterflies#wallflowers
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Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 9:55 PM UTC
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