abuse survivor (Remove filter)
For the birds
I’ve never felt closer to the birds.
Closer to my fears Closer to the curb.
falling down, picking myself back up
I’m not used to this, I was expecting the crash
Suddenly I feel the spine growing in my back
Arching my neck, lifting my chin up
Slowly but surely, I’m starting to not give a fuck.
I feel the sunshine embracing my face
Telling me I’m gorgeous, never sounding fake
Realer than ...
Wednesday 7th October 2020 7:45 pm
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