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Chelsea Rae Jan 2019
I'm sick of dragging and sinking.
My head full of excessive thoughts with no way of escape
Because they always come back.
I'm playing them on repeat and eventually the words split up and
fall apart
Into their individual letters and they stack.
Like Tetris,
Going and going
Until there is no more room and


                                                       You lose.
Too many things going through my mind
Chelsea Rae Jan 2019
The louder I turn it up,
The more I can feel my soul slip out
and float along the sound.

Hands back behind my head,
I can see her
As if she is floating casually
On top of water.
  Jan 2019 Chelsea Rae
Grace E
Darling, I’m a storm of color
I’ll blow through your soul
And leave your rigid black & white
In bewildered wonder
Chelsea Rae Jan 2019
Peace,
Anxiety,
Love,
Anger,
Clarity,
Then I'm back to the fog again.

The anxiety is swelling
But the light is pouring in.
My body on overload,
My heart might explode,
Vibration dancing along my skin,
Shaking off all that I have been.
Spiritual Awakening? Am I crazy? ...Yaa... Pretty sure I'm crazy.
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