It occurred to me
how similarly I play a roll in others
relationships. I am an owl of knowledge with a very reserved judgement.
I am the mediator,
the one
everyone blames for the problem in the first place.
I am what makes you utterly indignant;
I confront the issues at hand.
However, every once in awhile I let things catch flame. Who's to say the burdens of all others doesn't hover over me and slowly close in on me?
There is a huge mountainous rock tied to a thin line of string holding above my head.
Your problems hold tight and are not so easily cut. Mine, however; only need a snip from a pair of scissors to send the rock crashing down to crush me.
I draw a line.
Do not cross it.
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Black Coffee
PoetryA series of small things that cause my brain to erupt in what looks like words. Poetry, prose, and small excerpts. ***there are some explicit/triggering chapters*** ***Mostly dark material*** ♤ "It flows through my veins. Kind of like a plant that...
