Poeter.se logo icon
Redan medlem?   Logga in


There is a storm in my chest

There is a thunder in my chest,
heavy clouds and I can't spot a single star,
there is a storm pushing through,
I feel it stretch along the familiar scar.
My ribs are expanding,
uncomfortably trying to make more space,
heavy rain and lightning,
I am searching for that safe place.
I try to wrap my arms around me,
control some of that pressure that is building up,
I try to hold it all inside me,
but just like always, I cannot make it stop.
I try to make noise to music,
the rain to waves that are warm,
I try to make the best of chaos,
until I can finally get out of this storm.

Fri vers av pappersplan VIP
Läst 15 gånger
Publicerad 2023-01-21 19:14

Bookmark and Share

  > Nästa text
< Föregående

pappersplan VIP