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
Sep 23, 2024
Sep 23, 2024 at 2:58 AM UTC
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
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