#5

i hear the janitors outside

and the hum of the refrigerator

the clicking of the keyboard as i type this

i am alone

and under the well lit room.

i travel my mind to yesterday

and thought of today

and what will happen tomorrow

i am happy

and now sad

and hopefully strong.

i live by words and stories

of laughters and heartaches

of sorrow and merriment

and when it happened to me

it felt the world was on my shoulder.

how to move on?

from the heartache

from the one that gave you life

only to be left lifeless 

and confused.

i hear the janitors outside

and the hum of the refrigerator

the clicking of the keyboard as i type this

and although my heart is heavy

and feels hard to breathe

i have to move on

one step at a time

one day at a time.

how will i move on?

until there are no more tears left

until i learn how to breathe

until i put a smile on my face

until i am ready to show myself to the world

again

until...

seurinane2014