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Wanderer May 2015
I have completely slipped the grip
Where there was once creation and imagination
There is dull grays and heavy blues
Stagnant.
An atmosphere who's lullaby is silence
I get angry
I thrash at blank pages
Shatter unresponsive ink onto white walls that have no recourse
Then cry
Then rage
Then cry some more
These days are wearing thin
Underneath it all I am vulnerable and raw
I need you to see that, to hear this, to know me
I want you to stop treating me like I am dry clean only
Wanderer May 2015
Between earth and sky
I live a lie
Upon minutes and years
I flood these tears
Down hallways and alleys
I traverse these valleys
Out of windows and screens
It remains to be seen
Dealing with grief every day. A burden to carry. A love to suffer. The struggle is real.
Wanderer May 2015
Soft air drifted in hushed whispers over my still form
A dormant heart, cold as concrete in mid-winter snowfall
Stutters awake to sudden life
Deep inhalation, ******* in the sunlight
Until it melts the numb core within
Wake up sweet thing, the day greats you
Eye lids flutter like tiny May Fly wings
Unsure and brand new
Wanderer May 2015
I burrowed down
Kept my head below the fault line
Hoping that I would go unnoticed
As a novice I had no shame in hiding
A caged beast that eventually broke free
Soon the seams of my cocoon started cracking
The edges pulling with such pain
My throat burned from the effort
I was still the only one to hear the echo
From darkened corners burst forth into blinding light
A rainbow of late spring brilliance
Reflected back in dusted delicate unfurl
I was no longer an inching segment
I was a butterfly girl
Wanderer Apr 2015
I have yet to look you in the eye
Yet I know that gaze holds a galaxy within it's depths
Swirling hues of creation mingled with the spark of the divine
*What I would not give to feel your gravity
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