Small and dank
The darkness surrounded me with its stink
Small and suffocating
The room was big but the air was stifling
No one should feel like this
My body isn't right
No one should know this pain
But I can't change it
Small and crowded
On my face it is read
Small and tightening
My chest aches from the binding
"Your chest is still there"
"I just want support"
I know that very well
Is that too much to ask?
YOU ARE READING
Poetry and Transitions (Wattys 2018)
Poesiamy poetry about a lot of things. Okay not just poetry, sometimes its random things that happen to me
