I am a dam against a flood.
I choose to hold my breath,
instead of waiting my turn.

I have forgotten how to float.
Every door locked and every window shuttered.
My eyes always closed tight. A mockery of safety.

A false home.

I've tried to build houses around hearts.
Safe places, where every need is attended;
only to stand foolish between walls,
while the lights dim and I am no longer welcome inside.

Everything takes balance.

Small bites and single steps.

I keep falling. Someday, mercifully, I will not get up.

10/08/2021

Posted on 10/08/2021
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