Breaking

Sometimes
I feel like I could burst out of my whole skin
Pieces of me scattering everywhere
My heart, dropping through the floor

Sometimes
I feel like a feather
Plucked from the wing of a bird in flight
Floating, out into nothing

Sometimes
I feel like I could laugh the world back together
Joy comes in the bright sunny spring
Dancing, with my windows open

And sometimes
I don’t feel anything
That big black empty of a thousand emotions at once
Peace comes with knowing how to survive

-Julia Nusbaum, Creator