Storms in the mind,

Waging war in my heart,

Gassed-up clouds in my eyes—

Dissolving into liquid,

Flowing like a river

To the ocean.

Salty—

A hard pill to swallow,

Slow poison.

They said crying was a remedy,

Yet like a garbage pit,

The problems kept piling.

And oh—

My body kept diminishing,

Like a corpse

Whose soul had already escaped,

A slave

Whose shackles remained.

Haunted

By a past I dared not utter.

Panic attacks—

Now conversation starters.

Daunting screams

Echoing behind smiles

That I wore like my pride.

The hypocrisy in me...

How could I ever move forward

While leaving my feet behind?

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