i imagine my lungs
breathing through my aching pain.
struggling through each breath
relentlessly into the bleeding sky -
beautiful colors
seeping from each exhale
and with each exhale i think
that imagining my body,
creating something
even half as beautiful
as a sunset can be,
makes the tears from my eyes
feel a bit more worthwhile,
like maybe the striking colors
of red and orange bleeding from the sun
- are just that -
blood from the sweltering pain
that she feels everyday
at having to move herself
up and over the sky
and back down again.
it makes my pain feel
even a little bit more manageable
when something
so heartbreakingly beautiful
can push through each day
just to make my tears feel
as if they were not in vain.
YOU ARE READING
escapril '20
Poetrysome more poems every day in april! here's yet another collection of poems i wrote for (almost) everyday in april. from the writing prompt challenge by savannah brown on instagram (@letsescapril).
