Searching for the end of this
cymbal crash chaos all-consuming
hurricane heartbeat
for my battered self to find healing
In you
in warm 2am walks
across frozen campus
mugs of earl grey
steam against stars
coffee
as sunlight paints skyline
1 am phone calls of
It won’t always be like this
the hand holding tightly to mine
When the weight of being
hangs heavy on my heart
unable to breathe
sickness
feels like all I am
you are there
to promise
the storm won’t swallow me
completely
Thank you
for reminding me what I deserve
Thank you for being kind
even when I can’t be to myself
Thank you for listening
to stammered strings of senseless syllables
Thank you for helping me stay
Writehouse Ink: Volume 2, Leaves of Ink, The Voices Project
Forums:
Reviews
No reviews yet.