I spent my day
With an anxious heart.
I go on my day,
But with every beat,
I feel the unrest that
Lives behind my lungs,
Aching into every breath,
Seeping into my veins,
Turning my nerves into fire,
Causing the brain to malfunction.
Monthly Archives: March 2016
A DriftÂ
I’m a nomad,
With a home,
Not far away
But long enough.
A pink pillow
The only clue
Where I lay,
Where I’m safe.
Breath of air
Feeds wandering eyes
Feet turned backwards
Heart looks forward.
I’m a nomad,
No clear direction
Birds fly east
Toward beginnings.
Only one pair
On the path
My fingers reach
Grasping at air.
A northern star
Fades at dark,
The story unclear,
But I’m here.
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