Drawn with a rapid heart and quickened breaths
I reached with sweaty palms
Eyes tearing
Mind out of wit
Giving into and coming out of the truth I once inhabited
To find anew like all caged rebels do when the casing no longer fits
Shell shocked my ears popped as sonic waves dropped
and I rode them down past hell hounds to find new grounds to stomp
Playing new fields and tilling old earth
Planting to birth something taller and less green
Yearning for clarity and found in small charities
Giving everything that I've got
To transcend and breath easy once again lest I rot
Off in search of who I really am
and remembering who I'm not