Poetry

Building

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up is the pressure and as it rises up inside of me I don’t know if the frustration will come out slowly or fast and quick like lightning.

And  the amount of damage that will be done just seem like I won’t have any control over it.

I just have to let it out now and just breathe through it because this one is going to be rough and really hard on me but, I know that I will get through it.

Long days and long nights when do I rest and not stress over things that I have no control over, do I continue to care or do I just let it all go because I can’t carry them and myself through this chaos.

Everything blends into each other that I can’t remember what happened the day before or the day after.

When it’s all said and done will the balance be restored or will this bridge be completely burned at the end of this story.

Will this be an experience that will haunt me for the rest of my life?

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes