I think I'm finally doing better.
I had to step away from it all
so that I could fill my lungs once more.
I found myself spinning, plummeting,
desperate to catch my breath.
heaving,
gasping,
choking,
It's been more than a year...
Has it? Will I wake up in March?
Some days I feel like I might wake up in March.
Or October, even.
Sitting on my bed as the floor fell out from beneath me,
Confident that I was at the lowest I could be.
But this world chose to prove me wrong.
A year spent heaving, gasping, choking,
and my lungs are full again.
I can stand again.
I can sleep without fearing I'll wake up in March.
Or October, even.
I'm still breathless, but I've made it.
Nov 2, 2020
Nov 2, 2020 at 6:42 PM UTC
I think I'm finally doing better.
I had to step away from it all
so that I could fill my lungs once more.
I found myself spinning, plummeting,
desperate to catch my breath.
heaving,
gasping,
choking,
It's been more than a year...
Has it? Will I wake up in March?
Some days I feel like I might wake up in March.
Or October, even.
Sitting on my bed as the floor fell out from beneath me,
Confident that I was at the lowest I could be.
But this world chose to prove me wrong.
A year spent heaving, gasping, choking,
and my lungs are full again.
I can stand again.
I can sleep without fearing I'll wake up in March.
Or October, even.
I'm still breathless, but I've made it.