Curling inward
as the deep blue
flows through
the window
into
a room of shadows.
The icy air
and frigid floorboards
have me reaching
for warmth,
they have me
attempt
to protect
my broken pieces
from turning
into
jagged
shards of ice,
more fragile
and
sharp,
threatening
what remains
of my warm,
beating heart.
YOU ARE READING
before i learned to breathe
PoetryA series of the poems I made in 2018, the year a lot of things changed for me and those around me. It's the year I forgot how to breathe, but also the one where I slowly found myself again and learned to be who I am.
