Jan 29, 2018
Poison
Hasn't it been exhausting?
Holding yourself together
Struggling to prevent seepage
Through your frayed edges
Using every ounce of will
To keep it all inside of you
When the wind is so strong
And you've held on for so long
When all you had to do
Was loosen your white-knuckled grip
And take the south-bound ship
Let the unceasing, freezing sea
Swallow your pieces; set you free
Still, you hold on
And isn't it exhausting?
Holding all those little pieces together
Breathing in the poison
Breathing out all your apologies
When you know right down to your bones
That "sorry" just isn't enough
And what you need to say
Cannot possibly be said
By a word so soft and small
It cannot say it all