Stepping Stones

I take steps.

Tiny steps.

One

Step

At

A

Time.

I don't want to break you

Or this.

I take baby steps

One

By

One.

I'm scared

But that's not going to get us anywhere.

Actually

I'm terrified.

But I keep taking

s

t

e

p

s

Like stepping stones

To us.

QueenBee

VT

13 years old

Poetry

By QueenBee

The silent stage

One flutist.
And empty auditorium.
A silent stage.
I can feel the silence reverberating around the space -
I can feel the lack of an orchestra at my back,
The invisible audience before me,

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Poetry

By QueenBee

Alone, but not lonely

I'm alone here,
And I can feel it -
In the silence that fills the table
In the void of few words
Separated, closed off
Away from everyone else.
Around me,
Tables talk.
I hear Uno and chess

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Poetry

By QueenBee

The End

The thrum,
The pulse,
The ever-increasing
All-consuming
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
Counting down
The end.

The
End.

We all know it.

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