Sometimes I swear the ache in my bones is from the weight of people's lives I try to carry along a river of happiness.
I am a tight rope pulled by many but never unraveled to see my contents,
to check if I, too, am happy.The commodity of a fearless thinker but also the uselessness of her.
She thinks she is alive, she feels fully oxygenated, but then quickly feels deprived of air and feels as if a sea of opinion has clouded her judgement.Venting.
As if one is blowing out cold and chilling air.
But I feel as if my air is putrid and muggy, suffocating the ones around me.
But I am only a vent.I only try to provide the air you need to breathe; make you comfortable, relax.
But no one seems to notice.
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The AM Sessions
PoetryI'm not a good description-writer, but I think I can make up for it with my poetry. I'm only attempting to find myself through poetry and AM vent sessions. Initially Published December 10, 2014. Wattpad.