December 19th, 2023
The devastation continues to randomly steal every single breath away from me.
Leaving me feeling broken and sick as my stomach rolls in waves.
My lungs squeezing as the walls feel as if they are closing in around me.
Suffocating me in ways I haven't felt in so long, it's almost foreign.
The desperation that surges through my body makes tears well up in my eyes.
As if somehow I could change it all, shove it all under a rug, and suddenly be whole again.
My heart begging to run, to hide, to build a fortress to never be touched.
Yet it's also begging to be heard, to be held, to be patched back up.
The devastation continues to eat me alive.
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Chaotically Organized
PoetryWelcome to my chaotic mind, expressed in free verse poetry that just down right sucks, however it is the process of expression and finding myself. From healing, to pain, to falling down again, to hoping to find myself. Chaotically organized and sh...
