Feeling warm on a cold day is a skill
They say suffering is a choice
But my suffering is an open battle
The bleeding. The dying.

And the yelling won’t cease

When you’re told
you’re like an atomic bomb
Detonated, and everything’s gone
When you feel like a stampede

Like a forest fire

Like open fire

Not everyone’s rollercoaster
is a straightforward ride
Mine is a meteor
Thundercloud-voltage rage
Belligerent, like falling stars

And they say suffering is a choice

© MjBlasco