Sanctuary [Poetry]

01-24-2021

"served you right," you said.

and i was served right but never just. it's overflowing and i suffered. i drowned and hoarded all possible ways to catch one's own breath—but it wasn't enough.

i continued to be served, in a golden chalice where i buried my guilt that wasn't mine.

and for the longest time, i offered myself in a struggle i did not deserve—but claimed it anyway.