as tears fall from my eyes
vulnerability floods my grave
and worried hands crowd me-
this is not what I need
arms encasing me in warmth
for my body shivers with anxieties
my fears surround an aching brain
while smoke curls from my lungs
blackening toxins; white and pure
the only sense of calm I know
but this is what I must live through
no one honestly knows what to do
And that is acceptable
YOU ARE READING
breathe {poetry}--
Poesíathis is not poetry it is emotion in its purest form; words
