It seems that when I was at my busiest point,
treading water in this chaotic sea of estrogen,
(that is my life)
you managed to waste my time,
make all these waves spin,
and break my heart.
One day, I was simply floating,
sea and sky on the horizon line.
Today, landscape is a mood,
always tasting salt in my throat and nose,
I feel myself open to sinking under
the heavy weight of unbalanced heart and a pensive mind.
Delilah Miller
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-unbalanced-heart/
