The White

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The White


A sinking feeling in my gut.
A yawning hole in my chest.

Press it down. Hold it in.

Blood leeching from my face.
Eyes that ache for moisture.

Press it down. Hold it in.

Panicked breaths and furrowed brows.
Worry spreading through my veins.

Press it down. Hold it in.

A quiet chant, "it's alright."
A plaguing whisper, "rejection."

Press it down. Hold it in.

The pressure is building.
A silent scream in my ears.

Press it down. Hold it in.

Open up a blank page.
Get lost in the white.

Release.

"There's no such thing as 'destiny,' Abigail. Just becoming. Choosing to become what you were created to be, or choosing to walk away from it." - In the Forest of the Night by K. Hamilton

I'm an Artist, A Writer, A Designer, A Musician and A Dreamer. Try and keep me in a box, I dare you.

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