The in between
Is worse than the end.
The not knowing if I am
Repairing and rejoicing
Or grieving.
If it was the end,
I would know to grieve.
But the panic is worse.
And here -
You've trapped me in limbo
Until your convenience.
YOU ARE READING
Survive: Collected Poems
Poetry~WATTY'S 2019~ ~NOTICE~ AS OF 2/3/19, THIS COLLECTION HAS TOO MANY PARTS! READ VOLUME 2, THRIVE, OUT TODAY! On the pain, love, and passion that makes me human. Potential swearing, mentions of suicide, self harm, depression, rape, etc.
