fear.

i carry this rawness in my chest.

day in and day out.

consumes my minutes, days, hours.

a ball of feelings in my chest that needs to be stripped

layer

by

layer

and i hate it.

so much.

but i understand that it is necessary

but somehow i find myself

angry

frustrated

ready to give up

& walk away

yet somehow

here i am

at your doorstep

with my heart still locked in my chest

but i am here nonetheless

& that should mean something.