There's a catch,
a gasp.
Bloodshot eyes scan the room
but breathing
is now lost,
falling
far from me,
missed by hands
that don't
understand
the map,
cannot read the directions
NORTH.
Shattered words
cut deep
on the banks of red rivers.
Without hope for tomorrow,
each breath
finds a home somewhere else
and I am left drowning
on dry land.
My world says no,
I'm not strong,
not capable.
There will be no escape from
this place of contradictions.
i am falling apart
and now must be the contractor
who puts myself
together.
Broken,
lost
in the stillness,
breath and belief
pass side-by-side
unchanged by my life
until I can read the map
and find my way
HOME.