pit

encapsulating the silence
the loud ringing in my ears
foretells all there is to be today

highlighting the darkness
what i can't see
whispers thoughts into my ears

what if i'm not good enough?
what if they've given up on me?
you're still behind everyone else.

curling into a ball
despair thrums through my veins
in and out of my heart

wait, i can see again! there's a hand
pulsing with light,
in front of my eyes

you're going to be okay.

that's all i needed to hear.
A

Abriatis

NY

YWP Alumni

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