You’re going with your gut
but, but
your heart bleeds from the cut
in the spaces
But, but, but
just forget what’s already dead
it’s only in your head
but, but
it’ll leave when not fed
but
time, then erases
Before, there was no time to think
thoughts which were mine alone
Sanity always on the brink
matter rubbing against the bone
Now, my head, in a fog so dense
seems stuck in lowest gear
But I’m driving through the darkness, on a train from whence
toward a shift into the clear
Then, when morning comes, with it’s sparkling dew
like a curious child, I shall start anew
pondering dreams my heart will send
of sunnier days, carried in on the wind
Mind sift
blue grip
mood dips
Head drift
heart rip
eyes drip
Thought shift
outlook tips
spirits lift
Forgotten blip
You say “she’s tough”, as though
not wearing a certain kind of skin
means you are somehow damaged
But someone, has to feel everything for the ones who don’t
These are the ones with the strongest shoulders
who always carry the heaviest things
and there is absolutely no shame
in displaying a big, tender heart