The greyness of this sky
The atmosphere of my soul.
I will let this consume me.
I will grieve in the shadow.
I will allow this haunting.
A heaviness of weight on top of me-
But to remove it means
I will be removing a part of myself.
A deep breath in and quiet, I will not engage.
A blank stare towards the wall, be still.
Shut the world out today, refuse to listen.
No movement need be made yet-
I can pull this suffocation off later,
But not today, the mind isn’t ready.
A toxic belief, my misguided perception,
Inhaling the sweet air of my fabled cause-
Before it burns up in blinding truth.
When I choose to let the bitter sweetness go-
The path will then be made clear,
And the recurring dream will fly away, be a memory for another.
I thrive in color, but…
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