Who are these silent strangers waiting for me to know who they are?

Sunday, January 29, 2012

It's alright I'm alive

I crawled out of my skin
I thought that’s what I wanted
but now it hurts too much
I feel the slightest breeze
I’m exposed

I stand on the brink, heart pounding
caught between flight and fight
No one where to run, no one to battle
no way to breathe

With my mouth dry
I address the air
past the tightness in my throat
- I will breathe

Slowly, the wild bird
quiets and rests
my thoughts thaw
It’s alright

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