it always seems like the universe is testing me
to see how much I can actually take
without caring
if it's ever too much or not

there's no safe word
there's no check points

it's just the universe throwing everything at me
all at once
and I'm just always supposed to

handle it

and I always do
but

I have no place in my writing. I don’t belong here. Yet I find myself here too often leaving a trail of rhymes to help find my way back. Don’t follow me, you’ll hate it. It’s not the place for a young soul like you