Sunday 23 March 2014

Dignity without Breathing



Hold me in a state of tension,
                                            my butterflies holding my breath for me.

Can I breathe through this,
                                        without passing out, and going under?

Holding me hostage,
                              is my fear of you, and what you will do.

Breaking for tears,
                            I bend like bamboo.

Losing everything,
                           I just can't breathe.

Dress me with dignity.



1 comment:

  1. Love the structure here and the content...you have me curious about the inspiration for this :)

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