I walk through this wounded world
And carry home the things I can’t unsee
A weight that can get so heavy
I feverishly find ways to break free
Exhaustingly illuminating
My dark side of mind
Searching for a balance
That’s always hard to find
The past weaves
Into the future
So fast
That I forget
To breathe
In the present
I am learning
To fill my lungs
With enough air
To become weightless
And dive below
This wreckage...
#poetry
~Amber Comber