2014

I

2014

 II

A coming undone at the seams.

 III

A morning that felt like a heartbreak turned into whole days, then weeks, then  months; and now it’s the end of September.

 IV

This storm cloud of darkness has been relentless in its pursuit, threatening to swallow you whole, chasing you until you are at the end of yourself. Where do you go now?

 V

No wonder your body has been in a perpetual foetal position- folded at the middle, your head meeting your knees to protect the softest parts of you; your back, a tortoise shell to the elements.

 VI

But your mind is the enemy.

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October, please be kind to me.