Pools of teardrops
Gather
Behind my eyelids
Writing becomes impossible
As the rock in my throat
Forces pain
My voice continues
Yet silent
I begged for this path
It is mine.
Tag Archives: Writing it out
Almost Always
Hurts me, almost
Always. Remembering.
I knew, almost
Always. The lie.
Pain comes, almost
Always. At daylight.
I fail, almost
Always. Forgetting.
I need, almost
Always. The affirmation.
I am, almost
Always. Enough.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 