There is this little piece Deep inside That sits and waits, Broken. My whole life Too busy pretending I’m okay To notice It was there The entire time. Sitting and waiting, Exploding. Into tears, Raging. Most days I feel it, I know it’s there, I can swerve out of the way, But it always finds … Continue reading I Sit and Wait – October 23, 2019
Pupils dilated. I see through to your sadness, Underneath into the pools of love. Pain floats close to the surface. Where ripples love to play, Distorting what you have to give. The anger stings the outstretched hand. Are your eyes wide open, Or halfway closed?