Unzipping the Weight of Me

Some days I want to unzip my skin,

step out and leave it heaped

a shell too heavy with the weight

of everything I’ve ever felt too deep.

There’s a storm behind my eyes,

spinning wild and without end,

where thoughts collide like lightning bolts

and every feeling blurs and bends.

Anger braided into sorrow,

love tangled up with shame

I reach to grab just one emotion

but they’re all screaming the same name.

I try to breathe, to find the ground,

but even earth feels far away.

I’m floating in a sky of static,

with no clear path, no words to say.

The things that used to anchor me

now feel like distant dreams

a touch, a song, a whispered truth

all fading into static screams.

I don’t know where I end or start,

I’m just a blur, a mess, a storm.

If I could just be silent dust,

instead of this chaotic form…

But somewhere in the cyclone’s core,

a part of me still waits

a softer voice beneath the roar

that hasn’t closed the gates.

So maybe I will ride this wind,

won’t fight it, but I’ll feel it

and hope that in the eye of it,

I’ll find the parts that heal it