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rush hour in a sad suit, cold coffee in hand

don’t break yourself
for things that won’t bend

don’t forsake yourself
for those who won’t mend
the hems and zippers of the suits
that slide off of their lips,

don’t let them
slip their dress code on you

while you sleep –
know yourself well, dive deep
but don’t struggle to live
neck-deep in others’ troubles
and concerns,

or even as the
waves roll in, you’ll still feel
the burn of the flames take toll,
cackling at the heels of your feet

hardly glancing at the pain
you buttoned up into your soul

6 Comments Post a comment
  1. well written!

    Liked by 1 person

    February 20, 2017
  2. i like it 😉

    Liked by 1 person

    February 20, 2017
  3. Kyle Gaudette #

    I especially like the “buttoned up soul”…though mine is in a ratty t-shirt and sweatpants

    Liked by 1 person

    February 22, 2017
    • Hahaha! Totally relatable. 🙂 Thanks for reading. 😀

      Like

      February 22, 2017

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