Caution lurks
behind every street corner.
In the early morn.
Dusty blue and sapphire ignite,
forming patterns
in the sky.
Panting heart quickens.
Racing even, mimicking dangers that
– Do. Not. Exist.
Heightened fear in the darkness.
Over the bridge,
water resembles – thick, black liquid.
Slithering away.
Opaque
Ambiguous.
Reflecting the light of the moon
soon-to-be sun.
Emma-Jane Barlow is a 30 year-old author, poet, writer and autism advocate from the UK. She has been writing poetry since the age of seven and finds comfort in writing about her life experiences. She has two published books and is currently working on a third.
What if I’m not lost?What if I have beencarrying aroundthe truth beneath my skin?What if in the past,when I looked up into the blackened night,searching for a beacon,pleading for guidancemy higher power waited?Lying dormant in my heart,she patiently, silently,...
A world divided,living in a digital matrix,under a veil, day after day.Slaves to our owncomfortable routines.Easy, want it, need it,click of a button.Protecting our own hearts,the lives we have built.Millions of human lives,a kaleidoscope of divergence.An array of...
I am a lighthouse,a beacon of positivity.Dark clouds mayloom over mebut I am strong.The sun may departto make way for the moonbut I am strong.The storm may surge,lightning may strike,but I am strong.I could fall under the waves,almost drown,but I am strongI am a...
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