with one foot out of this world
I anxiously count what’s left..
knot in the stomach, my body curled ,
dealing with the aftermath of an abusive theft.
Post-traumatic stress disorder
my brain is wired differently now,
the spirit inside is lining the border,
i need to overcome it somehow.
As I am accepting and releasing my past,
I need to share my secret to you.
being with you was rarely a blast
you painted my shining in blue...