social support

cures headaches, the indescribable weight of a vague sense of confusion, ruts, brain freeze, a heartbreak…so much.


if there’s anything i learned this year, it’s this.

this too shall pass but.

tears flow freely

as truths never acknowledged

spill out

uncapped, unflasked.

words, just words, are the trigger.

labels, just labels, that meant so much.

spill my guts out

as the avalanche of censored dread

flows freely through.

until a tiny voice says,

“this too shall pass.”