I have been wrestling these particular dragons for years now. So it shouldn’t surprise me when I get burned, just a bit around the edges.
When the weight of walking with no air in my lungs becomes to much…for at least a moment…or five…or ten.
I walk sideways through this world, holding my breath, both real and metaphorical
Waiting for a day that will never come
A Sun that will never shine
A dream never quite realized
I walk sideways through this world, with hands over ears
Hoping aimlessly for a little grace
Or maybe just enough room in my own heart
To remember how to breathe