Stitching myself together still,
The fabric it's still weak and thin,
Building up the color, but it's still full,
Funny how all I'm doin is checking things off my list lately,
I don't know what else to do,
Trying to build up that fire inside of me,
I'm still not confident,
I just move a bit more surely,
Placing the foot prints in the sand,
And it scares me what is it,
All this time I thought I was sailing waters,
And the dust it moves with the same sensitivity.
- Joshua Banks JJAJ
YOU ARE READING
When Sanity is Lost
PoetryAnd I just couldn't stop, before I knew it I was picking the pen up again. My second book in process this is soon to begin editing once my last one is done. As always hope you enjoy and find my insta @these.are.true.feelings
