They say that in those moments, when the earth stops spinning, that you should breathe.
To those who have never been there, to the ends of the earth and back, this advice seems easy to heed.
For those of us who have endured the sinking in the chest from the loss of what you wish to keep,
Sadly, we know all too well that a dagger through the heart feels so very deep.
You can try to swim the bloody water, though, I regret to say you’ll find its easier to sleep.
Dreams are hard to come by, as you toss and turn in bed, getting tangled in the sheets.
We’re harshly reminded of the past through visions of pure bliss we only see in our dreams.
These memories are entangled with the possibilities of tomorrow, projecting pure deceit.
As my eyes slowly open, letting in the light of today, I will keep my misery discrete.
I wouldn’t want to harm them, afraid the sadness falling from my eyes just might seep
Into the very structure of the earth, producing even more sadness for the world to reap.
I retreat inside myself, where a happy little world resides, a place where I create my own reality.
A place where I feel safe enough to finally be just me.