It feels like I'm hemorrhaging. There's an unspeakable stuffiness in my chest and a palpable pain.
Yet I can't say what or what's causing it.
I'm just tired and it seems like all cries of deliverance got stuck at the roof.
Screaming inside but can't be heard. I thirst for freedom away from this suffocating constraints.
This pain has cordoned my spirit and I can't think straight beyond it. If only I had space to let the condensation of my toxic pain out freely through the tear ducts.
I have been both safe and tethered on the precarious tight rope. Either way, it was a sojourn into an unknown destination. Now, I just want to be still and pour myself out freely. Or let myself bleed dry.
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