NICHE
My bones want to melt
My muscles want to let go
My body wants to stop
Walking,
Struggling,
Fighting,
for air,
for life.
My mind painted a picture for me,
But now it’s all in black and white.
The trees are bent, tired, closed.
My heart, the same
But still, my thoughts keep talking,
Walking,
Struggling,
Fighting,
For air,
For life.
How can you erase a picture so clear?
So real?
Tell me how to erase myself from it,
And lay my own tired steps to rest.
I see
I’m stumbling,
Not walking.
I’m tripping now
Not talking.
There’s a pain inside my chest