I've finally come to terms with leaving this place. I'm ready to say goodbye. I've endured, and conquered all the things that have been thrown at me. All those times I could have left, I stood my ground an rooted myself deep into the fucking crumbling foundation I once stood upon. All for the satisfactory of this gooddamn feeling... I feel triumphant; and soon victorious. I will stand where I thought my path would have never led. I will soon stand amongst a crowd with refusal of casting a mere shadow.
I will not dim my light just to be polite...not this time.
YOU ARE READING
When I can't breathe
PoetryMy poetry is an escape. Others may find meaning and define my poetry in their own way. There will also be spanish translations. (También hay una traducción al español para algunos de mis poemas gracias a Damian Laurent)
