My walls are crashing with the space between my palms and the crumble as I stretch my arms as far as they can go.

Inhaling the fumes of my toxic life I feel like my grasp is loose.

Releasing anger and embracing the tears that flow. Feeling the pain seep into my pores I’ve allowed my failures to become me .

Raging at the site of loneliness, I fear the day I stand alone. Battling my demons as my warriors lay tired .

TIRED with NO FIGHT, numb at the tip of my fingers to the pit of my soul. Unable to scream for help but raising my voice in my head to the highest tune that my heart allows .


The reality of one losing sight of what was.


In shambles on the floor sweeping what I thought had formed into strength


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