Touching the ground in a strange yet familiar...
Needing to get some fresh air in my stale lungs...
I woke up happy today...
it's going to be good...
How could you close the door?
Is there no way to be like us before...
I'm not sure how I got here
thoughts bouncing around in my head...
I will fly away,
From the troubles...
There are times
I feel like I am near the end of my road...
This pain you hold
The scars you keep...
Lancing ugliness... (syntuit)
razor blades cut deep...
I have a name.
Most people don't know it because my family isn't...
In the chilled air of evening,
the thrashing waves vanished...
This poem is fictional -
I did not slice through my heart...
I twirled
and twirled...