I’ve Been in a Rut

When the weight of your heart

feels like the weight of the world,

too heavy for your soul to hold.

When self-sabotage makes you

a stalemate, frozen in time,

a cloud of smoke with no high, a haze

you can’t afford to be stuck in.

When figuring out how to escape

becomes a full time job and your

face doesn’t look like yours. Your

eyes have lost their light, 23 years

of baggage hang beneath them

of the world to see. and your smile-

its genuineness has been swallowed

by your own teeth and throat.


I hope you recognize the difference

between yourself and the haze.

I pray you let yourself live your days.

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