Limping through an obscured world she carries a heavy load that can never be set down. It’s hard to breathe, hunched over and in pain. The feeling of death, gnawing at her soul.
Anxiety, Tension, Fear, Depression.
Exhaustion, Obsession, Hurt, Rejection.
All these she carries in her knapsack; the straps tight around her body. Bruising and cutting deep into her soft, precious flesh.
She wants to scream, but has no voice. She wants to cry, but has no tears.
Bitterness engulfs her, becomes one with her. Hatred overtakes her, molds her into what she is today.
About Me
- Mary
- Independence, OR, United States
- Born and Bred Oregonian, artist living in the Willamette Valley. Two Blogs here, that get updated sporadically: One is of my poems and the other of general rants & raves. I appreciate any and all feedback.
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