I want to hear myself again
I want to hear songs from my paints and my fingertips,
a visual applause for the love and the loss

Where can I learn to find my rhythm again?
I strayed off to the beat of your drum
Played false notes and danced to your Russian Roullette.
I am not your Russian Roullete.

I want to vibrate with happiness
Fill my eyes with warmth and radiance
I want to dance and laugh and mean every single ringing echo

My voice may still quiver and crack, but when it rings,
It will harmonize with the light and the words I'd been
dreaming for you to say.

Though now,
It will climb from my own throat and reach to kiss my lips,
with nothing more but self love and honesty


pk.