A poem about being overly controlled... (pic: Julian Wilde)
Added 2022-09-06 21:00:03 +0000 UTCA Poem I wrote in Oct 2003, when I was 15:
A small bright light
At the end of a tunnel
Like a star
It shines promisingly.
Taunting meā¦
I want it so bad!
Itās call is so strongā¦
But this darkness Iām in
Holds me back.
I have to endure it.
āPatience is a virtueā
So I wait
And watch the light.
It flickers and glimmers.
(Poem I wrote because I was DYING to become of legal age, dying to rebel...)
Photo by Julian Wilde
Comments
Well the poem is not about wanting to model nude, itās about wanting to leave my strict religious environment that I grew up in. I started modeling when I turned 18 and that was a great way for me to express myself in a way that I was not allowed to before
Kristy Jessica
2022-09-07 14:27:31 +0000 UTCLegal age to model nude, you mean? That's so sweet that you always wanted to be a nude model so much š
Kyle Delaney
2022-09-07 01:13:21 +0000 UTC
