we all long to feel
something

whether it’s the electrifying fire of pursuit
or the breathless weight of fear

bitter feels better than clearly broken
baited by the false promises of
self-righteousness

our shards and sinkholes are clearly showing
pupils dilate and feet backpedal

uncertain of how to face real emotions or people
we bar the doors of our hearts and blast the radio

Static interrupts our
False peace is shattered
Broken windows taped together finally
Come
Crashing
down



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the cool breeze gently tosses your hair
reminding you that it really is ok to feel
that the wetness on your cheeks is not a sign of weakness
that the heaving of your chest is not a sign of hopelessness

each deep breath supplies oxygen and release
shifting weight from the needy to the New
that promises a brighter day shines beyond this steely frame.