There is fear
buried between
every breath I take,
a tumult of worry
that it is hard
to break,
and in the yearning
to escape from
the trepidation
I feel,
I hold onto
the hope that
one day
I might heal.
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PoetryPoetry and fragments of my mind. Dealing with heartache, betrayal, sorrow, and hope. Originally posted on Instagram and Facebook.
⤞fear
There is fear
buried between
every breath I take,
a tumult of worry
that it is hard
to break,
and in the yearning
to escape from
the trepidation
I feel,
I hold onto
the hope that
one day
I might heal.