Wednesday, March 23, 2016


I can no longer hold onto
these reins that bruise my palms,
hurt my arms.
So I let it slide away
and await the sound of the crash.

The ton of emotions
weighs down on my chest.
Subdued sounds of bump-bump
can barely be heard.
So I stand upright
and await the impending relief.

My eyes can no longer
see the horizon beyond this 

pile of words
all stacked up so unevenly.
One swing of my arms
and they scatter all over

I now wait for you,
to gather up this burden
I've carried this too far too long now.