across a sober rope
every worry
punching my chest
hard enough
to threaten a fall
to threaten a fall
every strike
rattling broken desires
to take the route
to leave it all
hitting bottom
doesn't hurt
neither does
the climb back up
it's the memory of the heart
a phantom pain
strong enough
to force a paralyzed soul
to feel the rain
and crawl away
and crawl away
from the haunting agony
You should take the daily writing thing past April. It brings out the best in you.
ReplyDeleteYou think so? Thank you! I probably will. I don't think my mind will give me the option to take a break.
DeleteThis is awesomeness PLUS. Love it.
ReplyDeleteYou are awesomeness!
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