My heart, a book with too many pagesits spine stretchedthe threads holding it togetherscreaming for releaseMy mind, a…
They say that the heart knows,But what?Does it know the sorrow?The joy?The frustration?The pressure on my self, on my…
The earth under my feet tilts,Crumbles, and I fallUpended, untethered,Head first, then feet as…