Today has been,
One of those days.
When the air feels toxic
And your heart is overwhelmed.
When your bones are heavy
And muscles numb.
My brain struggling to breathe.
My soul unable to move.
Everyone and everything feeling like the enemy.
It won't last long. It never does.
I need air. I need quiet. I need me.
Give me that for now.
Let me gather the glue and paint.
The batteries and fuel.
Let me fetch myself,
She's wandered off for a while.
She'll be back.
After all, everything is mendable.
And found, if really searched for.
-Zee
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PoetryGetting to know her. Others. Love. Hate. Promises and heartbreak Sometimes writing poetry helps with emotions. Sometimes it just adds gasoline to the fire. In the end, it's worth it. Always.
