Deep Soul Treasure Volume 2

The doors in my rooms,
began closing in rhythm.

A duvet diva,
In the making.

I cried hard privately.
Too much.
i'm ashamed to say

I swam for help alone.
Frozen out by,
those enchanted,
over the years.

The ones who had taken.
Frequently.
On an hourly basis.

I slammed doors.
Took the pills prescribed.
And lost myself,
in the kitchen sink,
cracked crockery.

i had to try harder.
i made plans.

A notion to sweeten
my ocean.

i began to listen
to myself
for the first time.