Here. Trapped in needle holes
as breathing becomes a hustle
Here. Tickling my anxiety,
trying to babysit my thoughts
in this cruel cage of a naked page
Here. Trying to be authentic
in this corpse of my missing pieces,
waiting for their autopsy
Here. Trying to be harder on myself
through self-bully
so I can move on with my burden
to the finish line of a new beginning,
please be patient with my pace
©lamin
L