Bouncy, Bouncy, Bouncy Ball

I relapse into silence
shouldering the brunt
of responsibilities & disdain
till I become but a brittle shell
ready to crack under the stress
overwhelmed by reality
left bawling my eyes out
with fear & anticipation
– don’t know if I’m coming or going –
so I’ll just say Aloha

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Author: Emma Beane

"My history is still one of those mysteries I struggle with every day..." - [ebeane] ... All original works Copyright Emma Beane

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