A nine year old running as fast as she could. Running for what mattered the most. Chasing the tune that meant a sweet frozen treat.

I want to write for me.
Not for anyone else.
Just for me.

The words are true.
They come from the heart.
They are true.

My thoughts are personal.
Though I share them.
They are personal.

My poems are failing.
When I reread them.
They are failing.

I've been writing for others.
As much as I fight it.
It's been for others.

I am a writer.
This is part of my life.
Lins, the writer.

I will write for myself.
No matter what.
Just for myself.

ok.
I will be
ok.
we can be
ok.
please don’t speak,
ok?
don’t tempt me,
ok?

without you,
I will be
ok.

I made a mistake
I leaned in too close
His scent assaulted me
When it hit my nose

I realize with regret
That he is still a comfort
I can make that change
But it will take much effort

Every whiff I inhale
Makes my breath catch
Sadness over takes me
The feelings begin to hatch

My heart is racing
And my eyes lose focus
I think I’m having anxiety
Over the thing that used to be us

My heart isn’t broken
Like the heart of a lover
It’s broken because of
A friendship we lost with each other

pull at every thread
unravel me at once

you do this unwanted

leave me be
weave me together again

an ominous cloud surrounds me
it gets darker the more I search for a light
suffocating, exasperating, deadly
the cloud is dense like a thick foam pad
can't get through it
have to fight my way through it
my breathing starts becoming gasps
gasps for the air that is clean and pure
the cloud might never dissapate
will it be a part of my life forever?
dark thick heavy weight
it might crush me underneath
every dark cloud is similar but different
they are destructive
and they always trap the person inside
individually uniquely killer
generally excessively present