Natural Ventilation

Sometimes I wish I could fall apart. 

Accept that it's all too much and let it crush me. 

Let the bugs eat me alive. 

But I know I can keep going.

So I do. 

And it feels like this will fester in my heart forever.

But I know it won't. 

It will become a dead thing inside me.

Occasionally unpleasant but ultimately benign.

I will cry today. 

I will smile again tomorrow.