I breathe and I feel my heart skips a beat.
My lungs catch and the world stops…
I am me, but I am small.
For something so small, do I matter?
My heartache and sorrow and pain
boils in my stomach.
I wrap my arms around myself
to keep me
from falling into a million pieces.
I’m really good at diversion…
Most of the time the truth remains locked
inside a chest buried deep in my mind.
I remain afraid to unlock it,
because I don’t know how much I can handle.
My thoughts run about, twisting and turning until there is
a constant storm swirling,
and I don’t know which was is up.