sinking deeper into black
the water runs red
the thought of never waking up
peace swiftly turns to dread
the feeling of skin ripping
the idea of seeing my bones
do i really belong here
weathering constant cyclones
image: unsplash - Christopher Campbell
I don’t suffer from insomnia, but I have grappled with the worth of ‘weathering constant cyclones’. Still here I am, like a willow bending yet never breaking against the wind.
Holy wow! ....weathering constant cyclones 😢