overwhelmed but dealing with it
all piles up
swept under the rug
not enough woven together
to cover up the massive mess made
for effort made in one frontier
I’ve wanted to write again for so long.
Not that I haven’t written anything.
I just haven’t written anything that feels worthwhile. That isn’t choked up in some uncomfortable feeling or place that I’m not completely out of.
think i’d know by now
in a storm drenched
field of fear
at seven years
the next gust of wind