Original slam poem I made on September 13th 2023
TW: Talks about sensitive topics please do not read if you get triggered easily. :D
I am breathing on a day that's windy, my face hits the air and my lungs are breathing. but I am breathing in toxic gas that has arose over time and I am starting to lose my breath. I am hesitating in fumes that are burning and my lungs are slowly evaporating. It's starting to feel like my ribs are shattering with all the weight I am starting to carry, but its not just starting. I've had this weight since I was a baby. I just didn't want to believe the words it was saying. The words and thoughts are starting to carry me like a lifeless body just floating. Floating into space. The rockets, the stars, the shiny circles almost feels like there parts of me tearing away. Parts of me I never understood. I am starting to breathe in air that I never thought I would. My cracked rib is starting to heal the more I accept it being broken. I now understand why my ribs were shattering, why I had those thoughts, because I finally accepted what others wouldn't. I am what people hoped that I wouldn't be, I am what my friends wished were a hoax, and that's okay.
