I am free.
My feet may be wounded,
But I can still use my wings.

The only passion I posses
Dresses like the devil
Adorned with anger
Dripping with jewels of jealousey

She bathes in tsunamis,
Stirs her tea with tornadoes
Each step is an earthquake
Every breath is thunder

I give her the key to my kingdom
She rules my Temple of temper
The only part of me that's still alive

mon coeur est triste.
mon esprit est mort.
mon monde est vide.

The things I would do
For a donut or two
A tall glass of milk
And the presence of you

Hard to imagine that once was I
A soul so aimlessly floating through time

Half a heart laid in my chest
And half a mind sat in my head

My happiness was held at half mast
Out of a hollow mold my body was cast

Aware I was not of my loneliness
So I continued on about my quest

Blindly walking through days half complete
Until I found the one I've been waiting to meet

My body, my heart, my mind, my soul
Have found their other half to become *a whole

A fire ignites
Inside my very ******* self

Pain unjulates
From each nucleus
Of every single living cell
Out through my tattered bones,
To my skin
That burns to the touch

My sinews
Feel severed
The pressure from each step
Shoots electricity up through my spine
The release of each step
Throbs with each heartbeat
I can feel my blood
Rush through my veins
And even that
Steals my breath

My tread
Breaks tempo
With a limp
I drag my throbbing feet
Weighted by exhaustion
And hours of constant
Vibrating hurt

The doctors say it's in the neurons
Of my brain.
They misinterpret
Touch as pain

So I live in constant
Chaos
Wondering if there will ever be a day
Where my cells will silence
And I will find some relief

Sally invited you
to the very top
Of the jungle gym

She gives an encouraging "come on"
And reaches out her arm
Her hand
Spread out and facing the sky
You grab hold.
The corners of her mouth
Grow to the sides of her face
And her cheeks push up against
the bottom of her eyes
In the most reassuring manner

You turn your head
Towards the sky
And squint
Just to see
the top of the structure
Not an easy task
For a kindergartener
But you faithfully follow your friend
Under the bright afternoon sun

Classmates have shrunk in size
As you peer out
from the top of the jungle gym.
Sally swings up her arm
Her palm
Facing you
You match her gesture
And give it a high five
The corners of her mouth
Grow to the sides of her face
And her cheeks push up against
the bottom of her eyes
In the most reassuring manner.

I am at the very top
Of the jungle gym
With my friend!

"Try out the monkey bars"
Suggests your new found friend
In the most reassuring manner
So you reach for the first bar
Both arms up
Both palms forward
As you attempt to make the jump
Sally waits behind you
Both arms out
Both hands forward
The corners of her mouth
Grow to the sides of her face
And her cheeks push up against
the bottom of her eyes
In the most reassuring manner

Shock as you free fall
Your classmates
Multiplying in size
As the ground moves closer
Pain shoots through
Your body
And your mind
as you land
You are confused
Feeling hurt and betrayed
how could a friend do such a thing?
But then you realize
Your friend never invited you
To the very top
Of the jungle gym
At all.
The corners of your mouth
Grow to the sides of your face
And your cheeks push up against
the bottom of your eyes
In the most satisfying manner

I get sick of my rusty parts
So I start
Yanking me apart.

Strategically I scatter my static limbs about the concrete
My minds own crime scene
I short circuit and nobody can solve me
So I think

But effortlessly
He picks up the parts of me
He screws them back together
Patiently
As if this hasn't already happened
Every day this week

The hope that lies in him
Recharges me- My battery

Festive friends
We flourish in a flurry
Of stellar staccatos.
Crescendo of chemicals
Starlight suspended

Marvel at moonlight
Dance of dust
Airborne arrhythmia
Lachrymal lust