United States
42° 40' 52.1184" N, 82° 44' 12.7032" W

These mountains carve deep and break the surface of my skin

Press down on my fragile veins

They burst with ease and suddenly I am free.


A spectrum streams from my body

My skin begins to breathe

My tongue follows suit and its contents are free.


Rich blood, dreams, flames, and every color I don't see

This only can make me believe

For only once I am broken am I truly free.

This poem is about: 


Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741