sometimes i go through the motions
numb to the painful devastation
that has become my life
it’s easier to get through the day
without thinking
or feeling
they call it an emotional block
but i call it survival…
in this jungle
where I could easily become the prey
of a predator
i become invisible
speaking only when spoken to
answering when necessary
writing whenever possible
breathing through my ink
watching the world from behind paper
where no one can see me
or run from my pain
they only snap
and ask for more
i give it to them freely
because they don’t understand
that my words
are healing me
so i can live
and move on.
