daily prompt · mental health · poem · poetry · recovery

try again tomorrow

Do you see the wall there baby?
The one that divides good days from bad?
Built from feathers and pixie dust and make-believe,
Paper-thin separation, no diffusable
oxygen. Do you feel that baby?
It’s a death trap down there.

Breathe in deep for me baby.
Some days I leave the door open and
this one’s gonna hurt.

 

via Daily Prompt: Thin

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