Born in the Air, Reaching for the Ground

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

this is not my sorrow

THIS IS NOT MY SORROW
THIS IS THE SORROW OF A MILLION HEARTS
I CANNOT HOLD IT BY MYSELF
I WILL BEND AND BREAK ALONE
I WILL SHRIVEL AND SOUR
THE WORLD WILL IMPLODE
THE HORIZON WILL DISAPPEAR
AND I WILL BE LOST
ALL BECAUSE OF THIS HURT THAT I CLING TO
WITH THE EARNESTNESS OF GRAVITY
BUT
I FEAR THE EMPTINESS OF
WIDE OPEN SPACE WHEN I LET GO.
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