I know I might collapse on the beige floor before this next chapter begins,
But there is no time to nurture my own humanity in these violent hills.
Last Friday I passed out in my bed, limp and filled with sharp anxiety pins.
They are asking me to take one day off, but I cannot bear staying still.
The rain slips down my face like the tears I never dared to cry out loud.
I know I am guilty of only showing my masks when I face the crowd.
The questions they throw at me resonate, they drown out my sound.
I would abandon this hopeless life, but my ego tells me I am not allowed.
-JW
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 