my soul wanders alone in the open, free
Lost in the dark, obscured in the black
Yet trapped in your box with no air holes
the only visible light is my sole glow of dismay
Kept at bay by a broken record of 'there there, its okay.'
These emotions I can hold back under a mask
But the dam may break at any hour
The smell of stale fear reeks from my skin
I've been down this road before
Chilling and unwelcoming, No street lamps. No houses.
Nothing to cling to, it slips away
Under the enveloping crests of its mighty ocean
Bigger than I'll ever be, but I can come near, or pretend.
The sea has no law.
I stand at this water's edge, it touches my bare toes
I am at the plastic beach, the fickle wind blows away the only thing I had left-
My strength- like a blanket pulled away from a child overslept, exposed
I, seemingly in solitude, feel the world twisting inside my head
Panic stricken as I fear of never feeling Closure's warm hands across my back,
Removing the hollow arrows of anxiety, dread, woe, and everything else life has shot my way
But for now those arrows adorn me, they seem to be the only constant in my life
I wear them wherever I go and they start to feel like home.