when so much is left unspoken
when you hold in so many words
and your lungs hold a gently flowing ocean of syllables
there will be a day the water rises to your throat
and tiny drops of salty water drip from your mouth
onto the ground
and that, my love, is both choking and breathing.
YOU ARE READING
the hurting / the healing
Poetry[ poetry bundle ] If there's anything I've learned these past 20 years, it's that life is never perfect. Some days are harder than others. Some days I feel so utterly happy that I fall in love with being alive. Others I feel so empty and tired it se...
