Atlas Ez Poetry

I hate it,but I love it

It’s the thing that sends thousands of tiny pinpricks to my throat

But it’s also the thing that reminds me i’m still breathing

Like the pain of sadness

It has hurt me the most

But the fact that I feel it

It means that, that or something else hasn’t annihilated me completely

Even though the tears that burn like acid hurt

And the uncontrollable shaking makes me even more upset

I’m still here

Like the pain of anger

It is like a fire burning in my chest

That I know if I don’t put my words carefully

Could easily make someone feel the same

But guess what 

I do manage to put my words carefully

And though it hurts to feel the fire burning at my insides

I am still here

Though I feel great anxiety for this and other harmful emotions,Heck I’m even afraid of fear itself

My pain

My suffering

My anxiety

My anger and my sadness

They all remind me of one simple fact

I’m still fighting

I’m still getting up and facing those demons as they multiply

I’m still surviving

And above all

I’m

Stil

Here