The space is filled,
forced into a precut slot like
a stray puzzle piece
pressing and pushing you down.
Acquiescence turns the turmoil
into tolerance.
Tolerance ends,
then starts the journey of figuring
out what you were before.
Another part of you wonders if
the journey will be worth it.
Your heart remains divided.
No part of you is complete.
YOU ARE READING
Caffeine and Me
PoetryA collection of poetry ranging from brain farts to exploring why I bother getting up in the morning. Most likely there is some form of caffeine to keep me awake (or alert) enough to type my thoughts out regarding my depression, struggles within my d...
