Just, breathe.

Just, breathe.

A Poem by Rachel DeHart

I can

not breath.

I haven’t

                cried like

this before

 

with sobs ripping through me.

I keep trying to

                                breathe.

 

Keep trying to

                                inhale

Only to feel like

the hole in my chest is

                expanding.

I can not

hold on to anything

                tight enough

I am ripping to shreds.

There is this                        emptiness

                a spot growing

and gnawing.


And seeing your comment.

                I could                  

                                HEAR

your voice in my head.

How irrational is

                                that?

But I could just...

I can see you... see how you

smile     when your

                                nervous.

How       your

nose always                       moves

                a little when you

                                talk.

 

And I am drowning in this.

 

I just.

                Where is the numbness

that I had worked

                                SO

                hard on?

 

© 2008 Rachel DeHart


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This is some amazing writing. It is truly the stuff of published writer's potential. It is as if I can hear you speaking, so real, so much pain, the words so powerful, I feel the hurt and sense of suffocation. This is such a moving piece of poetry. Once again your abilities and style take captive the reader and bring them on the journey along side you. I am honored to know you.

Posted 16 Years Ago


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This is amazing. I can picture the tears and broken sentences because of them. This truly inspires and reaches to anyone who has gone through any type of questioned break up.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is some amazing writing. It is truly the stuff of published writer's potential. It is as if I can hear you speaking, so real, so much pain, the words so powerful, I feel the hurt and sense of suffocation. This is such a moving piece of poetry. Once again your abilities and style take captive the reader and bring them on the journey along side you. I am honored to know you.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Rachel DeHart
Rachel DeHart

Falls Church, VA



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