We all feel it
The storm swelling inside.
An ache too big to swallow whole
Instead we distract
Some drink
Others work
For me. I write.
As this ache cannot be drank or distracted away
An itch that neither books, movies, pleasure can scratch
For until ink drips from my pen, I will remain heavy
A deep sigh of humanness I can only sustain for a moment, before such pain pours into every corner of my mind
And so, I write.
For in writing, my heart can breathe again.
About the Creator
Ash
Slowly finding my way with every word that slips from my fingertips.Writer of short stories, but have always loved the magic of poetry. Currently in the works of writing my first novel.
A Weird or Normal Dream
I dreamt I was at a very big store, hanging out with Catherine, my former coworker, and Mary, our former boss. We end up sitting at a super long table in the employee basement and reconnecting. I think at one point how I’m glad I can be so far from them, and that Catherine should be farther away from Mary.
By Gabriel Shames4 days ago in Writers
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