I am unraveling,
threads slipping loose,
a tide of feeling rising too fast.
Every heartbeat stretches me thinner,
spilling over the edges
of what I can hold.
I press my hands to the ache,
but emotion seeps through,
a quiet flood beneath my ribs.
Too much, too deep,
yet still, I breathe—
still, I stay.
Maybe I am not breaking,
only learning how to flow,
how to carry the weight
without drowning in it.