Small child, hiding behind a harsh cut fringe
Fans her hand across the window
Feeling the brightness dance underneath
her tiny fingertips
So watchful
So fearful
She stares hungrily within at
the writhing figures incased, suspended
in interaction
Laughter
Anger
Life
The window feels cold, yet
she can sense the warmth within
and it fills her aching bones with promise
The handprints fades from the window
And the door tentatively opens up
The girl breathes a last breath of fortitude
and steps inside, opening her head and heart,
displaying, placing within vulnerability,
Hopeful
Unstoppably hopeful
That there'll be people who like what they see
I just want them to like me
Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 5:57 PM UTC
Small child, hiding behind a harsh cut fringe
Fans her hand across the window
Feeling the brightness dance underneath
her tiny fingertips
So watchful
So fearful
She stares hungrily within at
the writhing figures incased, suspended
in interaction
Laughter
Anger
Life
The window feels cold, yet
she can sense the warmth within
and it fills her aching bones with promise
The handprints fades from the window
And the door tentatively opens up
The girl breathes a last breath of fortitude
and steps inside, opening her head and heart,
displaying, placing within vulnerability,
Hopeful
Unstoppably hopeful
That there'll be people who like what they see
I just want them to like me
Wrote this a while ago, but it got lost in my draft section.
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