Fall

Poetry is my therapy

I wouldn’t know what to say

I feel a type of way

But I drink a potion instead

To try to get out of my head

I’m trying to move ahead

Something keeps holding me back

And I feel the slack

My soul turning completely black

How do I reverse it

Maybe I deserve it

I observed it

I’ve confirmed it

But I don’t prefer it

Some days I’m with it

Some days it hits me hard

Some days I quit it

So quick to drop it all

That’s why there’s always a fall

2 Comments Add yours

  1. freaksneha says:

    Its my therapy too.. rather my secret friend. I can express anything without being judged. 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Yoursupermom says:

      Exactly🥰💕 I appreciate your comment☺️

      Like

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