Thursday, September 8, 2011

Healing


The quick breath I breathe, in and out, in and out. My breath becomes shorter and my mind starts to race. Tears fall down my cheeks and suddenly my nose becomes crowded with snot. I fall into my own arms and feel my body lose control and my stomach curls into a roller coaster as my chest moves in and out while a huge tear falls down my from my eyes. Wishing that everyday was another day with you, and dreading that it’s another day farther away from you. Forcing my eyes shut almost as to wake myself from a nightmare but to be awakened by tears of what is painfully true. Thoughts of who you are and who you would have been. I quick breath I breathe.

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