Coming Alive

siamese twins in a finger trap
always on the move, am I ever going back?
actions untamed and always rash
constantly trying to hold on to the past
the lonely moments can chill my bone
feels like everything I've touched has turned to stone
save me, protect me, am I even here?
such a new world holds so much new fear
the nerves, the shaking, the aching to be taken
it's all gone and now there's so much to take in
living and breathing feels good once again
so I'll shut up and smile, because it's far from the end





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