Monday, April 23, 2012

Something Inside My Ribcage

Take space, take time, take air
Breathe deeeeeeeep until my lungs find the cracks in my ribcage,
Find my own corners to curl up in.
These are what I call self-care is survival.

But then I realized I was holding on something that didn't exist anymore.
People change. The things we like and dislike change.
And we can wish it couldn't be that long,

It never works.