When your jaw is locked up tight,
and your brain says no and you feel the twisting in your stomach.
When that feeling lurks inside of you as you walk past that place, as you see that face, this is for you.
For when you lay awake at night, and you can't catch your breath because you feel like you can't escape these nightmares in your head.
Drink your medicine, scream it loud, forgetting
Your fate lies in the hands of your medicine.
Of that balled up truth lying in the pit of your stomach, but this sickness can't go away.
You're scared you'll throw it up, afraid of what comes along with it. The side effects, your head pounds and your stomach aches as you sit in bed trying to unstick yourself from your mattress, as your blankets hold you down.
Going out to the meeting you couldn't miss, with your running nose, pulling the packet of tissues from your pocket, as people cottle your sickness with orange juice and toast.
All of this is yours.
So you can speak your truth.
This is for you, so you can stop pinning it on the hanging rack waiting for it to dry out.
This is for you.
For you to feel the truth leaking from your mouth when it begins to spill out.
Taking in that cherry cough syrup with that vile taste; you choke it down and want to spit it out.
YOU ARE READING
mind-numbingly sleepless nights
PoesíaA collection of poems that I tend to write in the early hours of the morning when I can't sleep at night. Anything from love, to self love, confliction in relationships with my family, friends and myself. Random thoughts drizzled in between the line...
