Do you ever imagine
That the ground beneath your aching body just
Breaks?
& though the sound a heavy teardrop makes
Rings in your ears,
You continue to float.
When the fix is gone,
& every hope in your aging mind again
Shatters.
Forced words insist you're all that matters,
But every flaw ends up
Caught in your throat.
So as you wallow, you sail;
Your vessel is sunken and your lilo - in as
Many pieces as you are.
Your wings, however,
As bruised as they may be,
Provide a path for your broken bones.
It may not lead anywhere but
"Anywhere but here".
& that's ok.
I'm ok.
You're ok.
Just float.
