i keep choking
on the dust in my lungs
from being able to breathe
for the first time
in a while

my teeth keep cracking
and my eyes are leaking
at the sight
of my
unfamiliar smile

i’ve started to cut through
the dark clouds
that only serve to shroud
the light
and warmth behind them
taking little slivers
at a time
because i’m afraid
of when it’s going to
bite me back

but even though
i still can’t relax
i haven’t had
any recent
panic attacks
i’ve just been
thinking of
the little
shiny
stars in space
and the adorable
grin on your face
and how all the darkness
is slowly being replaced
by something better
giving me a taste
of dreams
about a life
that doesn’t
feel
like a waste

we can create a language
all our own
we can look
at stars
never shown
peek behind
each other’s eyes
and look at the
wonders that have grown
in a world and life
unlike any
we’ve ever known