Figuring myself out...
Demolition
My fingers itch to speak,
and yet they have nothing to say.
I was a songbird,
now escaped from my cage to warble no more-
and yet unsure of what to do with such freedom.
I long to walk blindfolded,
unaware and therefore unafraid,
yet my own hesitation has become my prison.
You are chipping away at my walls of glass,
leaving only shattered remains;
beautiful, in their own way,
yet leaving me exposed.
My vulnerability taunts me,
surrounding me
until I back into my familiar corner of loneliness.
Cautious hope fills my heart
as fear floods my mind.
I long to fall into you,
and at the last second,
my knees buckle
as doubt ravages what is left of me.
Scavengers circle above,
and yet stop short,
for they know nothing is left.
What do you see that they don’t?
My warring emotions swirl unmercifully around me,
Unceasing,
Until I crash
Helpless.
And so I run.
My fingers itch to speak,
and yet they have nothing to say.
I was a songbird,
now escaped from my cage to warble no more-
and yet unsure of what to do with such freedom.
I long to walk blindfolded,
unaware and therefore unafraid,
yet my own hesitation has become my prison.
You are chipping away at my walls of glass,
leaving only shattered remains;
beautiful, in their own way,
yet leaving me exposed.
My vulnerability taunts me,
surrounding me
until I back into my familiar corner of loneliness.
Cautious hope fills my heart
as fear floods my mind.
I long to fall into you,
and at the last second,
my knees buckle
as doubt ravages what is left of me.
Scavengers circle above,
and yet stop short,
for they know nothing is left.
What do you see that they don’t?
My warring emotions swirl unmercifully around me,
Unceasing,
Until I crash
Helpless.
And so I run.