The atoms surrounding me are moving so quick,
Yet all I can seem to conjure up
Is the downward spiral that finds me in
These chilling months.
It is in my blood and bones to be this way.
For as long as I have tasted air,
The act of asking for help has been lost on me.
A lighthouse in the distance,
Out of range, out of reach.
It is such a heavy burden to bear,
And even heavier when it's shoved on you.
These atoms that I have lived around
Do not have time to stop and help.
I am not the only struggler.
I am a girl of twenty-two, but when will the age
Feel like it means something?
The whispering in my ear drones on
As I lay in bed, waiting for a moment in time.
Waiting for the year to end,
Waiting for my plate to clear,
Waiting for a hand to hold.
Waiting, and waiting, and waiting.
Because it's in my blood and bones to be this way.
Let it fester, wait it out.
Let it wait.
Fester it out.
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