Every Day

Do not waste a breakdown

She says

Through pages that never

Called to me before

For weeks

I have been breaking down



Into something new

Being both born

And the one giving birth

Being both killed

And the one delivering death

I am




This life

I haven’t

Started yet

But this cycle

which needs to end

Is one with no name

To it

One that is

A humming

On the wind

Or a whisper

On the breeze

I am carried so

To a new death

To a new life

In small ways



Published by LughLana

Hey there. My name is Ash. Whenever I feel lost or confused, I write. This blog is a project in releasing the poetry I would have kept locked up inside, otherwise. It's pronounced 'LOU-lah-NA.' Enjoy your visit!

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