This morning I awoke
with eyes that could not see.
Swollen tight
from the tears that escaped last night.
Pillow drenched
head full of clouds.
Ears buzzing
as I recount the words we said.
I am naked in this morning light
nothing to stand behind.
And the cool morning air
almost burns my skin.
There is something in the truth
that leaves you breathless.
And for the last several hours
I’ve been unable to catch mine.
Pulse racing, sweat glistening
just
breathe this in and out.
Hands shaking, lips cracked
a quiet
sense of numb.
Everything feels as if it’s changed
the sounds, the smells, the look of this room.
I cannot tell if I am even sitting here
I feel like I am watching myself from above.
Today there is no grace
for the tired and weary.
For the raw, the bleeding
the shaken, or the changed.
There is no crawling back
under the covers to hide.
To awaken again
to find this was all a dream.
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