my poetry.

my poetry is sleeping.

my mind is bleeding. and my body has weakened

from being beaten by my thoughts.

i don't know how to sleep anymore.

my strength is torn and new mornings seem

unsure.

how does a body resist a mind that wants

to leave? a mind laying on its side, wounded from

being at war.

how do i end this war and leave myself intact?

how do i step off the edge of this world without

leaving hearts sore? aching?

hearts with love missing?

is it possible to leave your mind outside of your

body for days, weeks, months at a time?

just to heal. just for relief. just to breathe.

just to b r e a t h e.