alive.

[allinroses]

i stand again,
in this folding sky of gray and silver-
take me home
i long for home.

but there is no home.

i stand again,
lost in my bitter tears and mourning dew,
skin pale and palms dry,
take me home,
let me be young again.

but i was never a child.

if i stand here forever,
my feet will never stand,
the wind will blow
cold and stinging,
into every crack
and every opening.

but i was never alive.