like a joy ride you've never been on
a child's first trip to Disney
intriguing braided with insanity:
like a cup of chamomile tea spiked with Hennessy
an undeniable desire that
compels you to act impulsively
its like love was the only subject we were taught at school
my parents warned me to never open my heart to anyone expect the one
but aren’t they all the one until you find the one
highways before rush-hour
tides before wild waves
eventually behind the hidden glass doors
arrives the unwanted pain
when you're hurting the most
the air becomes cooler
sending infinite shivers through your internal soul
even when you walk on grass
your toes only feel hard wooden floors
an invisible weight holding me down
nobody can see
only I can feel
and that’s when you ask yourself,
when did he become the anchor to my heart?
Author Bio:
Victoria Nilbrink is student journalist from Miami Beach, Florida. She currently interns with The Tab and Rise News. She enjoys writing poetry, short stories, and non-fiction. Victoria’s writings reflect how many of her struggles and personal experiences helped her evolve into the woman she is today. She believes that connecting with one’s mind from a poetic consciousness is a beautiful thing. She loves the ability to release her personal thoughts, feelings, and emotions.