Rising from the ashes...

It’s all too much.

Tumult of half-frozen, emptied thoughts

rain down like snow, fall upon glass, crash, and then shatter into a thousand things-

pieces that break the skin, the frame of mind and leave drops of fear behind,

only washed away by all that’s left inside, submerged beneath the surface.

Would you believe all I want is to be heard? 

Yet silence falls so fast, my tongue held back by the fated shadow of its demand. 

It— it is the voice inside that finds me,

Rips apart all that would rise to life and leaves me here so breathless, lifeless, in need.

I asked for help, but help means moving forward, crawling closer to the terror raised on a thousand wings.

Blown across the wind it stings my eyes.

So how can freedom ever rest on a soul wave tossed and lost in the sea’s churning, and the storm’s wails?

Tell me, I long to know.

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I could tell you all the unspoken things

If these thoughts just took wings; 

Stood poised upon my lips, then fell, expanded, soared

But only silence meets the question, 

Tripped up by time’s hands, 

until all is left behind, then alone.

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