there is a moment

and then suddenly

after the stretched out years of fear

of confusion

of nervous stomach churning

hands shaking,

when you can stop.

you can look around.

and you know,

you are not to blame.

and you can look into that sea blue,

and smile.

Imy Brighty-Potts

Categories: Poetry

Imy Brighty-Potts

I am the founder and editor of The Hysteria Collective, poetry writer, play lover and Philosophy and Politics graduate. Hobbies include wine, cheese and coffee. @imybrightypotts on Twitter. @imyiswriting on Instagram.

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