with every tongue twist i find my own space to breathe.

no more twisted mind-stressors..
i find myself putting too much
of my all..in areas thats not
necessary..again i fail to
focus on me...

no more overexceeding efforts...

'i learned when to put my all..
and when to take it back...and
with experience..i had invested my
everything..and found it wasted..
and despite the shit ive been through
i'd do it again...but only for my husband..'

sometimes i find myself in the same
predicament...again putting my all..
and realized..where i stand..
a different zone..a different level...
i decided to let things slide on there
own and be less invasive of the underlying
issue...who am i to anyway...i own
jus me and i run the way i please...
consideration will be minimal to me now..

sometimes it takes losing a part of you
to understand you...(def set of poetic sound)