black
grey
blue
red
brown
white

And so, my ‘What if’s’ became ‘What’s next?’

Renee Stone

It felt vulnerable to have people know my weaknesses, but there is so much strength from going back to the start and re-determining who you are.
RENEE STONE

Determination Feeling People Strength Vulnerable Yourself
I’m writing on a blank page full of chances and hope.
RENEE STONE

Chance Hope Myself Page Writing
My words decay. I grow as they fray, unbecoming in the passage of time.
RENEE STONE

Growth Myself Passage Time Word
I can’t take it all in or else I’ll grow cold when the heat already escapes my fingers and toes.
RENEE STONE

Cold Escape Fingers Growth Myself Toes
We’re so distant, words can’t save us.
RENEE STONE

Distance Ourselves Save Word
They tell me summer is coming, and soon we’ll be dancing on the shore. Waiting for the moonlight to light me up amongst the starlight.
RENEE STONE

Dance Light Moon Myself Stars Summer
You wonder why you didn’t do it sooner – why you didn’t clear your mind when the clouds loomed.
RENEE STONE

Clear Cloud Mindset Wonder Yourself
People struggle with words that spill and overwhelm you because they themselves are sinking.
RENEE STONE

People Sink Spill Struggle Word Yourself
Imagine the unknown of what the beings around you cover up and struggle with everyday.
RENEE STONE

Day Imagination Struggle Unknown
I was never lonely alone because love has come to me in many forms, and one of them was you.
RENEE STONE

Alone From Lonely Love Myself Yourself
It’s really hard to grow up wanting to provide people with resources and support and realizing that while I can and will do that – I also need more than I thought I would.
RENEE STONE

Growth Hard Myself Need People Realize Thinking
Tell me I’m sun-kissed, but you burn my skin. And you already told me, I was paper thin.
RENEE STONE

Burn Myself Paper Skin Sun
They hit like waves, the memories of those old summer days. Memories you’d have thought to erase, but they crash ashore without haste.
RENEE STONE

Day Erase Hit Memories Old Summer Thinking Wave
When the silence fades and now sounds begin to bloom, I will grow to feel calm again. Healthily this time.
RENEE STONE

Beginning Bloom Fade Myself Silence Sound
I write poems of the past; they reveal the reasons we didn’t last.
RENEE STONE

Myself Past Reason Reveal Writing
I grew up learning history about communities that would support their people (the idea that it takes a village), but all I see are so many people left on their own.
RENEE STONE

Community Growth History Learning Myself People Support

And so, my ‘What if’s’ became ‘What’s next?’

Related Topics

Popular Authors

And so, my ‘What if’s’ became ‘What’s next?’

Related Topics

Popular Authors

More Renee Stone Quotes