Everything is so loud, deafening
Making it impossible to hear in a sea of a raging existence.
Everything is so heavy, the weight of the world
Overpowering an Atlas of a child whose
Own self-worth stems from proving she is capable
Of reaching for her dreams in pure perfection.
Everything is so dark, frightening and impossible,
But the life of a shell goes on
As hope dies last in the blinding light.
Omg, this title and the closing line are so knowing and acerbic. Good to know I’m not alone in indicting myself when compared to my younger self.