I got lonely
I got used up
I may not have been
able to get away
then
but I am
More myself now.
Tag: ptsd
April
the clouds descend
not obscuring
not enveloping
they obliterate
what a relief it is
Poem for Juliana
My body may not be mine
it may be a place I visit
for awhile.
Could I take off my shoes
and my jacket?
My skin?
Siena Rose 