It is soft.
Not violent, or angry.
But soft and sad and wistful.
It can be painful.
A bee sting
Without knowing you’re allergic.
How long have I been struggling to breathe?
Ignore.
It is a wake-up call.
Ignore.
I thought I didn’t care but
Ignore.
I didn’t realize quite how long I had been
Ignoring this.
Forced to face up.
This *****.
And I wish I could put it more poetically.
But the words don’t come to me.
Just the tightness in my chest
Suddenly has a name
Why do I have to hide it?
Why
I shouldn’t
I smile
And it’ll be fine
In awhile
A short while
I wish you all the best
all the best
With this pain in my chest
And a smile painted loosely with watercolors
I know I want your happiness
I just didn’t think
It would be like this
Realizations
Hit
When you aren’t quite expecting it
With the knowledge you think One Day
One Day
One Day
It’ll be my day
But not today.
Just not today.