The scariest thing about jumping
Isn't the fall
But the psychological warfare
Going on in the mind
And in time
I will learn how to
Win
But that day isn't today.
I left the house
Took a walk
Measured my strides by
Lullabies
And bird songs.
A tiny victory
Me: 1
Heartbreak: 15469328
But hey,who's counting
Anyway.
Lillian tried to call
I let it go to voicemail
Scared my voice would
Crack under the pressure
And she would hear the
Broken lies
And failed tries
Of me tying to be
Ok.
But I'm not.
I try to be
But I'm not.
My mind says that he wasn't the right one anyway but just like this line my brain sprints to conclusions ceasing to stop for even the slightest second and allow me to
Breathe.
Breathe.
Take in the air
And feel it renew your lungs
Rejuvenate your bones
Lift your soul
And make your soul
Anew.
You always knew
That you could talk
To yourself
Heal yourself
Rejoice yourself
Create within yourself
A new you
One that is stronger
Despite higher powers
Despite opinions of
Fuck boys
And plastic men
Unable to withstand
Your scorching heat.
From the fire I
Shall be born again
But today isn't that day.
So for now
I celebrate the tiny victories
Miniscule in comparison
But ginormous in spirit
And wait for the spring
To make me
Anew.
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PoetryA series of poems, short stories and anecdotes that explore the range of human emotion through the eyes of three persons named A, Z and X.
