The grip you hold is soul shattering.
very tied of the pain that i carry alone.
The silence to lessen your burdens.
The shame i hold i hope it will go.

The efficacy of pen to pad therapy.
The catalyst of changes to a better me.
No longer tryna say things cleverly
Or holding or to locks that have lost their keys ….

Suffocating in the absence of you.
But remembering that is me that has to learn how to breathe 
How to love and how to be.

My atoms are starting to vibrate differently 
Sometimes i feel enlightened sometimes it sits heavy.