I see you

I see you. I see you grinding another day, battered and exhausted refusing to stop. I see your fists, swollen and split knuckled; dripping with the quit you beat to the ground. I see you, your tired eyes, bloodshot from blinking against the grains of you’ll never be enough, swirling sandstorms across your vision. I … Continue reading I see you

They take me under, sometimes

  I have never seen battles quite as terrifyingly beautiful as the ones I fight when my mind splinters and races, to swallow me into my own madness, again. © Nicole Lyons 2016