(new write unedited) Got me hanging on vowels and consonants like dirty shoestrings on a electric power lines waiting for the shock to burn bright or out . . . . waiting Vibrations that miss the cue to speak I sit in silences golden Tryn still my mind from running analytical mazes down that rabbit hole of anxiety every day multiple phases Its alot of hollow expansive energy Ive spent lately grinding in my teeth breathless in my sleep I wake up each morning inhaling . . . . . . deep Waiting for my lifelong exhale searching outside myself depending on someone else But all I got truly, is one little hand in mine gotta press My Gifts palm to my heart stop searching to find Amazing Grace how sweet the sound she always seems to be the one others depend on to be found Facing my skeleton women she sees right though me I lay beside her depleted wrapping her with my own skin weave a tear into her cupped hands allowing her to peer within The run and chase slowing down I feel the resting settling slowly inside me and know one day I shall be found ~ Grace 2015
Posted on: Tue, 27 Jan 2015 08:53:13 +0000
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