Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Dec 2022
What a lonely place it is when the grace of a pause is not given.

Between patients and rationality- all the filters that each data point wiggles through. To calculate how to disarm the bomb, without sacrificing myself.

What a waste, all this energy spent to go unrealized, and not truly appreciated.
A thousand apologies nor gratitude wishes can equate to the power a single breath, a pause, can make.
Alaina Moore
Written by
Alaina Moore  32/Non-binary/Chicago
(32/Non-binary/Chicago)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems