I am only hurting myself. I know this.
Still. There is tension in my chest.
It feels so daunting. Doing this again.
I feel as though I have regressed.
That I could turn a phrase without resorting
to some old cliche.
The only solution to this problem is to write.
I’d like to say that I don’t know the subject.
The problem is that I know it all too well.
That and I cannot think of a good way
to end this post.
To hell with it.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Set It To Rights.”