I write "you exist"
on the fragility of my wrist
because I need to remind myself
that this isn't a nightmare
and life has good parts too.
I need these words to fetter me
as if I were something solid
because I haven't felt that lately
I am the dead leaf
detached from branches
broken off from life
I am the echo in the mountain
too late
belonging to no one
I am the carving on the tree trunk
a reminder of a love already gone
fading, unnoticed
I am the falling star
burning, blazing
dead a million years.
I am nothing
but I exist.
I exist.
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 8:07 AM UTC
I write "you exist"
on the fragility of my wrist
because I need to remind myself
that this isn't a nightmare
and life has good parts too.
I need these words to fetter me
as if I were something solid
because I haven't felt that lately
I am the dead leaf
detached from branches
broken off from life
I am the echo in the mountain
too late
belonging to no one
I am the carving on the tree trunk
a reminder of a love already gone
fading, unnoticed
I am the falling star
burning, blazing
dead a million years.
I am nothing
but I exist.
I exist.
