my words feel backed up this week
my head is congested with this language
and my ribs ache with the fullness of my lungs
paused on a gasp
how fragile self-worth is
how disillusioned we must all be
to believe that we are any greater
than the millions at our backs
and there's no choice
there's only a selfish forward pull
only lights and shadows and the hope for joy
love, only a hesitation
only a gasp then an exhale then a pull away
because we just can't float with eachother forever.
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