Esther Gyimah's Poetry

I’m in the habit of withdrawing from things
From people coming and going
Drawing them in
And drawing them out.

Because it can get crowded in my heart
Too many things getting in
Suffocating me.

I find it hard to breathe
When my heart is pained
I must withdraw
I must draw it all out.

For at a point the heart gets tired
From being bruised over and over
And it must hide
It must withdraw to heal.