Heavy is my heart, like shackles around my feet... I'm stumbling through intense emotions
It's during these quiet times, I feel everything the most
Where doubt creeps in and I wonder if God is sick of my conversations
grief is the terrential storm, anger and hurt earthquakes shaking my core
These shoulders are broad and resilience a badge of fu*king honour, I don't want right now... I'm tired, I want to come up for a breath of air
instead of feeling weighted down by the going ons of life right now
I'm just so fu*king tired, my grief is leaking from my eyes (not feeling strong tonight)...
processing intense emotions
holding onto my faith, but human am I (yeah, I am but a 'man')
and processing isn’t pretty but it’s apart of actually living
freeflowpoet
