Some days she comes like tidal waves
Washing over me
Wave after wave
Pulling me under
Making my so bones heavy
That I can not stand on my own
My walk too shaky
Voice too meek
Forcing me to lean on those
Who will never understand it
I wish she would just take me
L’appel du vide
Even though I know she won’t
I still beg
Feeding her belly
But she’s never full….

Xo

Matilda