Every Day

Do not waste a breakdown

She says

Through pages that never

Called to me before

For weeks

I have been breaking down

Transforming

Painfully

Into something new

Being both born

And the one giving birth

Being both killed

And the one delivering death

I am

Changing

And

Mourning

This life

I haven’t

Started yet

But this cycle

which needs to end

Is one with no name

To it

One that is

A humming

On the wind

Or a whisper

On the breeze

I am carried so

To a new death

To a new life

In small ways

Every

Day

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