I finally fell.
The light I once saw that I thought would get me out of these shallow waters have drained the only beacon I had.
I knew it was coming.
It left me on the shore lines
Thoughts crashing like waves that I've been avoiding for so long.
So, what do you do when your lighthouse has gone dark?
YOU ARE READING
Words on fire
PoetryI try to make sense of my emotions by jotting them down when I'm not completely breaking apart inside, more than usual.
