Light breeze shuffles around the pages on my desk.
I hold onto these walls, hoping for a moment of rest.
Slight ease pours into me from the dripping ceiling,
And I know I am alone, but I cannot shake the feeling.
The wooden floor twists in agony as I start to speak.
“Destiny is for the winners, free will – for the weak.”
Smooth and elegant shards slide on my pale skin.
No matter where I go, my past will prick me like a pin.
Its menacing gaze will follow me to the riverbed,
As I sink deeper, it will paint the blue waters red.
I must put the feeling on a page, but the pen is heavy.
I would burn down the house, but it does not let me.
Light breeze shuffles around the thoughts in my skull.
Life runs at me in bright flashes, but they taste dull.
Heavy breaths pour out of my throat and my heart.
The weight of my past collapses like a house of cards.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 