Poetry

Peace in a Wine Glass (11/16/21)

Some nights the wine
Goes down
Easy.

But the bottom of the glass
Holds no
Peace.

I get lost in the memories
Of you and
Me.

My insides feel too tight
And ready to
Snap.

The lump in my throat
Restricts every
Breath.

Inside of my mind
The panic is
Rising.

My grief is so strong-
My anxiety
Paralyzing.

I’m trying to find myself-
Find some happy
Some joy.

I see glimpses of a future-
Feel moments of
Okay.

And then a fresh wave
Of debilitating sadness
Hits.

I struggle to breathe
And stand upright
Again.