I am alive,
so awakened by the magic in my life I chose to create,
I’m bursting at my seams to explore,
but this life’s constraints allow only so much exploration
I’m afraid if I don’t explore these parts of me,
I’ll explode
and if I do get the opportunity to explore them,
I may also explode
so, here I am,
stuck,
a caged bird,
pulling out my own feathers to keep my mind occupied
famished,
ravenous for something food can’t satisfy,
though I sometimes try
this extra weight my battle scar,
the tangible evidence of my fight against myself,
and not taking care of myself my weapon of choice
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Heart Breathings 