by ALI
Barbed wire, the perfect name
for how and what it feels like.
Day in, day out. It always comes
back to you, anger, but I will never
look back, or look at all.
It will destroy me.
Waves crash against rocks, not hard,
not soft, but it’s coming.
I’ll have to build myself up for it.
Maybe I’ll survive. But in truth,
I know it will tear me down, tear
me apart. It’ll be a while
before I’m presentable.
SUBMIT YOUR WORK
