Corrugated
Close my eyes, blink rapidly, quick succession of images behind my eyelids. Dreams. Streams of goals and wants. Everything I hoped to be. Grasp and take hold firmly… time…then a gasp, after holding on for so long, sore hands and blisters formed; eyes open to the corrugated hand, to find it empty. And I feel, like that. With one swift exhale, my breath is gone. Years pass and I haven’t changed. Feel stifled, stagnant, stilted. Still holding on to everything I’ve picked up, and carry with me. The pain, the sorrow, hurt and scars. You cannot see cause it’s all […]