There is a weight of water
Hung deep in my chest
A pouch
That is squeezed
Between heart and ribs.
Physical,
Emotional
Ethereal
Invisible
The feeling is a color
Is a feeling
Is blue.
Neither universal
Nor unique
There's always another shade,
A thousand
A million iterations
Of color,
Of the inner workings
Of the human soul
That no amount of words can express.
I feel and
I don't know how to feel.
Fight
Flight
Fright
To suppress is human
To succumb, divine.
And so I wallow in the blue
My own personal rain
And feel every facet of the shape that is pain
And emerge, at last,
Renewed.
About the Creator
Amanda Bishop
Avid movie and music lover, and all-around fangirl. I have a Bachelor's in English with a minor in Theater, and wanted to try my hand at this while I look for full-time work. Please read, enjoy, and review!
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