The Turtle
Slowly, creeping
Cautiously peering
Sticking its thin neck out
Of its high domed shell
Worriedly
Scared
Looking for acceptance
Pleading to no longer be an outsider
Praying to be welcomed back into the fold
Afraid that its' been too quiet
For too long
Is it too late?
Did it take too long to finally
Finally, slowly, get out of that shell?
To open up to the world?
No longer invisible, but still timid
No longer afraid to speak but still hesitant
Of what's in that heavily burdened head
Outgrown its shell
Tired of being slow
Of being left behind
It silently begs
Please hear me out
I wrote this at like one i
n the morning, but it felt appropriate for how I've been feeling lately. This is the colorful blob I made a couple of days ago. It's not good of course, not like anything Yang's posted. But I thought I'd post it anyways, since I'm in a good mood. Tell me what u think. And you can be honest, I don't care if you tell me that's the worst thing you've ever seen in your life.
5 comments:
nice poem...hope you don't feel like that anymore
Yup yup, it's watercolor. This was supposed to represent the northern lights though
Quite honestly, that poem made me stop and think for a little bit.
They laugh, Josh? It's not really supposed to be a funny thing.
I hope the poem making u think was a good thing, Nick.
I liked the poem kelsey, but don't worry, you don't need to worry about feeling like that.
I like the picture too, it's a lot better than anything I could have ever done.
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