i am tired

 

of carrying myself out of bed and again through the same dark

 

my bones are pressed and no longer feel mine

 

they try hard to hold me together but still

 

i feel broken and everywhere and

 

whilst they crack under the weight of my heavy chest

 

i feel like i am under the world except

 

 

in this dirt i can not grow flowers and i am not dead

 

there is no light

 

but i can see everything and everything here is nothing

 

i want more than for these lungs to not feel as tight as each other

 

to breathe just enough, to not feel as breathless

 

because now just enough is more than enough for me

 

 

i am tired but i know

 

that we must keep on going