Poetry from Brianna Dawn.


we walk past
one another, every day
we never talk,
silently believing
they’d never relate.
but our ceilings,
the ones we stare
at late into the night,
the ones we deeply
focus on until
our sight slips into
sleep and becomes lost in dreams,
if those ceilings held a
conversation about
us, they’d get on well –
talking about all
of our vulnerabilities
and fears and how
relatable we are, if only
we had the courage to say
it all, to tell it all to the world –
but we don’t, we keep them
quiet and only let our
ceilings know the darkest
corners of our minds and hearts

written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: relate

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