Falling Short
Needing again to find the
words to convey—where
did the need come from?
Unreliable thoughts that
birth the damnedest
feelings yet lack the
cognizance to see
reality—
it hurts to breathe
when all I can do is
exhale and anticipate
failures—
I'm tired of needing
Meaning.
I'm sick of
Falling Short.
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2022
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