Wednesday, October 23, 2013

Myself Again.

 Myself Again

I am battered.

Out of air. 


I feel weak,
floating ether nothingness. 

It's tiring. It's so terribly draining, I worry about closing my eyes.
What will I see when I open them again?

The blackness of the back of my eyelids sheds assurance. Needlessly. 

The fault of misdirection. 

And I just want you to hold me. 

Like damn. 

I am skin too, muscles too, fibers of energy worth existing too. 

Rosy movements etched against the universal skyline. 

And who has the energy to ever wonder why
I curse the way I do, I breathe the way I do. 

I'm just so. 

Just so delicately placed without restrictions
to invade my immediate surroundings

I will feel alive again. 

In regards to jumping ship

to swim myself again.

The sea of my own beautiful being

I will become.

(A poem, because it's all I can muster from myself. And it's been too long since I posted. I'm sorry it's all I have, but it's all I have. Thank you.)