Staying in bed,
reading a book,
watching a show and
braiding my hair;
I wish I didn't have to go,
and I wish I could keep this
state of mind.

It is hard for me
to be okay,
and I haven't talked about it
in two years,
so excuse me if I am a
lackluster spell.

I cannot open my mouth
and it is this
box locked in my chest
under my lungs
again.