There are days when the sound of you breathing is the loudest thing in my head.
There are days when the slow beating of my heart is the only thing I allow myself to feel.
And the days in between, are the ones I always seem to run away from,
to avoid, as best as I can.
Those days, I’m a freight train with no brakes.
Those days, I’m a 10 ton wrecking ball, with the promise of destruction.
Those days, the sound of thunder drums louder than any other voice in the room.
And those days, the world stops spinning.
But the good days, the days where Jupiter and Saturn don’t collide,
The days where rain drenches every bruised scar,
Those days are my salvation.
Those days, I’m a Greek Goddess.
Those days, I’m my own hero.