I once would stare at stars above
and ask them where you’d be.
I don’t have to ask them anymore;

you’re right here next to me.

And now when stars above
sleep under blanket cloud.
I remember those questions asked,

and smile because you’re found.

Safe, warm, though not in love's embrace;
But just your voice in it's place.

Drifting in comfort on a sea of bliss,
Knowing that come light I'll miss this.

Because moments like these seem to forever extend,
You'd never dream from here that one day they'll end.

In this cucoon
My world though smaller
Isn't much better
But at least I'm king

This body of mine, bears no resemblance to the creature that lives inside.

Certainly the mind is willing but the flesh is weak. Or is it just that the mind isn't willing enough?

Trapped.

Every angle, every turn.

I can't defeat the fatigue that comes with an unyielding beat.

I can't control the pulse that races,
the limbs that twitch
and the torso convulses.

These hands that trace shoulders and arms, a body clean from these inside scars.

The fingers like daggers wished for seem, to distract from this nightmarish dream.

But beneath this frame that trembles and shakes, there is a boy with hopes unseen.

A man perhaps trapped through habit and fear.

A person whose body though battered and bruised, scarred and used, wishes
to be just like you.