It's an odd feeling that I have, a comfortable kind of being. Something I'm not quite certain I've ever experienced before...though I find myself enjoying it. These days I find myself wondering how much time I've wasted in my life, how many moments have I missed because I was too afraid. I'm finding that I need to start letting go of the anxiety and everything I've held in for so long. Just let it uncurl my fingers and fall to the ground, something forgotten, something ended.
They pulled your body from
the wreckage.
With cracks and creaks and
swollen eyes.
They turned your face toward
our sky.
With bruises and whispers and
hushed forgiveness.
They covered you in a too
white blanket.
With care and ease and
disregard.
Another body on the side
of an empty road.
Another soul lost to the cruelty
of men.
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