It is moments like this that I wish I was a gifted poet.
I could artfully weave words
into a sonnet exposing all of my feelings.
I could set myself free.
I could release all the pressure in my chest all through the power of words.
Sadly,
I am not a gifted poet.
I am not going to expose all of my feelings.
I will not sprout wings and fly away.
If only there was a way for the rest of us to show how we feel and rid ourselves of the parasites
eating away at us.
I try to write them but they grow too long too hungry for words.