Glass Treehouse

Longing for the day 
I get to reinstate myself as something bigger, 
something brighter 

Knowing nothing is guaranteed
I’d like to think 
I could conform to the latest niche taking me over 

But she’s not real,
You made it up 
She couldn’t hurt you if she tried 

But I feel so broken standing here
Pretending to be calm and collected 

When she reappears 
She will take notice 
As you’re standing there calm and collected 

And when I redefine myself 
As something better than I’ve ever been before 

I can’t wait 
‘Till I can face myself without closing my eyes
Or turning away

But she’s not real,
You made it up! 
She couldn’t hurt you if she tried 

But I don’t know the world anymore 
And I feel so broken standing here

Longing for the day 
I get to reinstate myself 
As something bigger,
Something brighter 
Than I’ve ever been before
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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Alex Avatar
December 10, 2023 at 7:52 PM
"I don’t know the world anymore And I feel so broken standing here" - Beautiful writing. Congratulations!
Bailey Avatar
December 11, 2023 at 5:28 AM
Thank you for the kind words :)
Thomas Avatar
December 9, 2023 at 10:15 AM
Congratulations on your podium placement in my contest! I just fell head over heels in love with your storytelling here. To be honest I'm not even sure it properly met the prompt but it was so much at the core of what I was looking for in terms of development of thought I had no choice but to give it a proper placement. Very well done - thank you for sharing your art.
Bailey Avatar
December 11, 2023 at 5:27 AM
Thank you so much! Very excited to have placed!
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