The time I sprained my knee
God that actually destroyed me.
No sprinting
No running
No jumping
No walking
Just rest.
Peace
Serenity.
A time where the water was forced to be dry
Quelled by the gods of time
But I couldn't handle it
I needed it to be a wave,
A rush of unending pain
That choked me and kept me on edge.
"You need rest, Annabelle."
No. Not today.
Absolutely not today.
The winds are raging high
Whispering nasty thoughts into my mind
Pushing and pulling for something to uproot
As if they haven't done enough.
"You've already had enough."
"You don't deserve it."
"Gluttonous huh, can't get enough."
But the water was still.
Unaffected by the wind.
It physically could not move.
No matter how much pain I was in.
"No moving for a few days."
No. Impossible.
The winds were pushing me to go,
So why wouldn't the water just fucking move?
I was weak. I am weak.
A wind that blew women past insanity
Couldn't push past one rain drop of the two hundred and six
The time I sprained my knee
God that actually destroyed me.
I had to sit still.
And simply take it.
YOU ARE READING
The poetry book from a sad a** teenager.
PoesiaA middle class teenager who literally has it all and doesn't understand why she feels the way she feels. So she is writing a bunch of poems in the hopes of figuring out herself.
