Swirling
Alone in the tornado that is my mind
Too scared to save myself

Pain
Change
Uncertainty
I’ve tattooed these words up my arm so I never forget
They burn
Because they’re so real
Trapped under a harsh rule
Blind sighted
Absentminded

I look down from the hurricane
Some see me up here
Some are oblivious

100 pairs of black, piercing eyes
Am I better off still swirling?

I act ok
I ignore the sympathy
But the more I pretend, the harsher the storm grows
Thirsty for tears

As I re-scan the perimeter
I see things with more clarity
And one pair of eyes beam golden light in my direction

I drug the butterflies
Take a deep, hungry breath
And
Call
Your name

Before those butterflies reclaim their senses
You throw me a rope, gold as the eyes that woke me
And pull me back
To earth