Abby VandegriftJun 23, 20211 min readSometimes I breatheSometimes I breathe and out it goes.Everything I had saved for the day.Yet, still I move.Apart from me, my spirit drags behind like a tethered weight.I limp along, anticipating the moment I’m gathered together again.
Sometimes I breathe and out it goes.Everything I had saved for the day.Yet, still I move.Apart from me, my spirit drags behind like a tethered weight.I limp along, anticipating the moment I’m gathered together again.