FINE

I’m balanced on a knife edge, running out of time.
My heart’s exploding in my ears but still I say ‘I’m fine’.

I’m hoping you won’t notice, yet praying that you care
My world is turning inside out, no one can reach me there.

I’m swimming for the surface, I’m using all I’ve left
The sun is sparkling just above, I’m running out of breath.

Donna Ashowrth

©LPIO 2017

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