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