Air forced harsh into unwilling lungs,
Heart flying directly for the sun
Skin crusted with salt of tears and sweat
Mind reeling as I fail at accepting this new reality.
I force the bile down, life becoming too hard to swallow. The room spins and for a moment I'm certain the sky is falling. But it's me.
...
Eyes open and slow deep breaths return.
Yet I still exist in a newly fractured reality.
I manage to catch my sinking heart, gather my breath, and stand on shaking legs.
I am strong.
I am strong.
I am strong.
But I can still be broken.
