poem

Split in Two

The way I hide away,
to remove myself, from myself,
from my other self,
the one that overthinks,
to remain in motion,
without hindrance or hesitation,
because she doesn’t want to
think of how disorganized,
an absolute wreck, she is
trying to keep it all together.

She exhausts herself; gives
too much to others until
burnout. She keeps up with
self-care, responsibilities,
other duties but she knows
it’s just a matter of time
until it all blows.

She breathes to steady the
heartbeat; in, out, in, out.
Another thing she tries
to control but she knows
it’s only a matter of time
until it too takes
it’s last toll.