I lay here
wishing this sheet
wrapped around me were
your arms
and this deafening
silence was filled
with the gentle caress
of your breath
yet all I am left
with is this paralyzing
wave of emptiness
and the
willingness
to find
comfort in this
relentless instability
Tag: 2015
A Weight of its Own
I used to feel an aching sorrow
in my chest
as if every mistake I had ever
made had been piled on top
of me
and although I have since been
relieved of that weight
I do no feel light
I do not feel free
Like a soaring bird heading
to find warmth
all I feel is anticipation
for a journey to a
destination I am still
uncertain of
and that is a weight
of its own