I don't want to fill my body
with sustenance.
And I don't want to wash away
the pain of yesterday.
I don't want to leave the space
that makes me okay.
I don't want to talk
because what I say always feels wrong.
I hold my breath
when I creek on the floor boards because
I've been told to keep quiet
so many times before.
{ 2021 }
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Alive
PoetryIt is an ugly beast to have to have to tame. Sometimes the easier thing to do instead of learning to tame the beast, is to learn to understand it and move with it. It's a roller-coaster of pain and anger and confusion, but once in a while, it's Aliv...
