everytime i breathe
i can feel the waves that crash against my insides
i can feel the storm that never stops
i can feel the sea of rage inside of my heart
that cant be healed
i can feel the waves of confusion in my head
that cant help but to wonder if
maybe im just not meant to be here
YOU ARE READING
she lives
Poetryyou did it. im so proud of you. you are here because you made it, because you tried so hard. lay down, take off your shoes. you must be tired. rest. rest because this journey is not over and you have many more steps to take.
