Pity petty
I am on my head again
Breathing but felt dead
When will it ever be enough
Enough not too much
Enough not lacking
Just enough
For me to breathe
For me to not fight myself
To stop the commotion in my head
To connect my mind, body and soul
And to be who I am
I fought for years
Thought it was okay
But they should actually be one
In one piece to be enough
YOU ARE READING
Timely sea waves
PoetryI, needed an outlet to reduce some storage of my thoughts. They are raw and ugly. Compilation of random poems.
