We awake to create.

It’s the first breath thats a sign of being alive.

Just me in the mirror,

Exposed.

It’s the scar below my eyebrow that i’ve grown to love.

It tells a story, very few know.

I have green eyes that no one seems to write about,

Blue and Brown are all they sing aloud.

No freckles but moles.

I have ballet toes.

My hair- I swept to my back.

Brushing it through,

One could say I thought of you.

I hush the thought and grab my clothes.

Another door shall open,

for that one had to be closed.

–Sarah Zetty






Published by oldsoulrae

I'm a twenty something who is starting to share my writing pieces. If I'm not working you can find me at a local coffee shop, venturing around my city, taking weekend road trips, or grabbing a local beer and visiting with friends. I would love to get your feed back so be sure to comment, like, or email me at contact@oldsoulrae.com.

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