head in my hands…
(mind in the clouds)
heart in my stomach…
(knees on the ground!)
legs too weak to get me to my feet!
arms too weak to lift a spoon to eat…
voice in the corner in a constant scream!!!
unable to articulate distinguishable speech
hoopin & hollerin like when your pastors preach!
too low to get a finger hold
but still too high to reach!
~Emotionally damaged~
weeping uncontrollably!!
TMH knows how much i miss my gma Mary & my gma Willie!
~PS~
Scales of a Libra ♎ 