waterways

nineteen years // how i fell apart

The pressing weight of

Other people’s expectations

Sit heavy on my shoulders

Like Atlas

Bearing the weight of the world for eternity

I feel like I am slowly sinking into

A mire of quicksand

Blended with concrete 

I’m locked in

But I am still sinking

Years of my life

Stripped away 

Like paint thinner on old walls 

I curl and fall to the floor 

Some days I feel 

Like a rock worn away by the river

Stagnated in place 

As each day wears a deeper groove into my side

Other days

I am the once great waterway

Now reduced to underground pipes and rocky spillways 

In a concrete jungle 

Author's Note

september 2016- I like this one and the metaphor, unsure about how it's laid out