if i continue along this road
will i become ragged and damaged?
will i have to drag my wearsome feet
until i cannot go on
crawling back from that point
was the hardest thing i have done.
i’m not sure that my broken, sullied fingers
would be able to claw at the dirt track
back towards my old self.
i cannot get hurt again,
even if that means picking myself up from the dust,
screaming at the top of my lungs,
that i need to be free;
i need to be able to breathe.
can i trust you to meet me,
smile on your face,
to pull me into your arms?
my rock amongst my crumbling thoughts.
n.b.
Jun 29, 2018
Jun 29, 2018 at 12:00 PM UTC
if i continue along this road
will i become ragged and damaged?
will i have to drag my wearsome feet
until i cannot go on
crawling back from that point
was the hardest thing i have done.
i’m not sure that my broken, sullied fingers
would be able to claw at the dirt track
back towards my old self.
i cannot get hurt again,
even if that means picking myself up from the dust,
screaming at the top of my lungs,
that i need to be free;
i need to be able to breathe.
can i trust you to meet me,
smile on your face,
to pull me into your arms?
my rock amongst my crumbling thoughts.
n.b.
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