Disregard
Disregard my tangled breaths
Quieten down my beating drums
Don’t listen to my skin vibrating
Ignore the haste,
The rush, that’s bursting out of every pore
Don’t look back
At me
As I come apart
Rest assured
And please be sure
That I will rise again.
Moving. Tangled breaths. Sigh.
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Thank you. Much love!
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An inspiring end to the poem!
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Reblogged this on smithsurf and commented:
Poem number 68: the Writers for Calais Refugees blog.
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Thank you for reblogging 🙂
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You’re very welcome.
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