March 18

Write until your fingers bleed.

Put it all out there for

All the world to see

Everything you've ever

Believed to be true

And sacred has just

Been desecrated

Ripped away

Not unlike the furious

Winds of

Four months ago

Not just once

Or twice but

Over and over and

Over again

And now you ask

Yourself what must

Be learned?

What must be forgotten?

And what misgivings

Were you able to

Forgive or claim to

And above all who?

All this ranting

Brings you no

Peace, only momentary

Relief.

A few minutes?

Compared to a life-long

Sentence?

No periods or commas

Or even question marks.

Only words that blur

Said in breaths that

Come in gasps.

And no amount

Of inhaling air

And expeling its remnants

Thereof could

Ever be enough.

Who could save you?

You wonder

And do you even need

Saving?

You cannot answer.

Or you don't know how.

But you do know this--

Inhale, exhale

Breathe

Just breathe.

And this--

You're better than

The breaking.

Yes. You. Are.