Maybe... a poem

Maybe…

Stomach grinding, turning in on itself. Hope rising, only to be shut down again. I want to believe… I want to think I am invisible and fearless. I want to forget the pain that’s made me bitter. My heart is slow to begin again. My brain is sure I’m delusional. Secretly, I

Did you think you could take me down? - A Poem

I Know It Too

There’s a place between sanity and fear that exists only to taunt me. It brings me to my knees and asks me the questions I don’t have answers to. My pride is standing, trying not to flee, but it’s failing in the end.  A mess of a person in it’s wake. It’s so much easier to taunt…