Always breathing. Always learning. Always searching. Always dreaming.
Under
Sometimes I sit in silence
Hoping for my breath
to return
to normal
For calm
to come
For a smile
to creep ever so slowly across my face
For hours it seems
I wait in vain
Hoping that
I’ve not
forgotten
how to
be me
The girl I knew all those years ago
Pressure
Tori Burris Inkley
4/15/26
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