Titles are Overrated

Part 43

Breathe,

I beg of you -

you cannot go on

if you keep

your lips so tightly sown.

I know your heart

is so torn,

pulled in too many directions.

Life sometimes catches us

like a spider's web,

and death

will come eventually

to wrap you up

and tuck you to sleep.

But not yet,

my love.

For now,

breathe and sit down,

I will hold you,

untangle what binds

all your burdens.

I promise

you will get stronger,

and those burdens

will feel

so much lighter.

don't breathe down your own neck.