Inhaling Deeply

I sense it could shatter,
In a million shards,
It sometimes feels,
Like a house of cards,
And in those moments,
I hold my breath.

4 thoughts on “Inhaling Deeply

  1. Thanks very much, that’s a heck of a compliment! It’s funny you should say you’d like it written on a wall somewhere at home. We were chatting about poetry at work the other day and one of my co-workers told me she has one of my pieces on her wall at home. I was completely unaware of that and very flattered. (She has the Tickle Your Demons piece, which I actually wrote a couple of years ago)

  2. Pingback: self(ish)-expression and the dismissal of art. « stray lower.

English, motherfucker, do you speak it? J/K - it's ok if you don't.

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