Zane Kathryne Schwaiger

354 :: Vulnerable

It comes in waves.
That feeling —
hard to pin down at first.
And then it shows its face,
as if peeking around a corner:

As if every thought is insignificant
and yet also too precious to
put into words.
Balancing on the edge
of the top shelf,
just out of reach
and uncomfortably close
to falling

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