Poetry

I have been going through a lot of very difficult things in my life lately. But with loss comes rebirth and newness. With honesty comes peace. I have not been able to create any art lately - the inspiration just will not come. I know it will eventually again, but right now, my feelings are coming out in poetry.

it’s been a dreary cloudy day
for so long
the rain has soaked through my clothes
but i hardly notice

my skin has become numb

and the sweat mingles with the rain
i run through the smog
barely able to breathe
my lungs gasping for air

wondering if i will survive

my heart was full at one time

as the days and years went by

i freely gave of myself

first an arm

then a leg

i gave my soul

my mind…

have i become an empty shell

with nothing left to give

or can i be refilled somehow?

as i run

i wonder

am i still a whole being

have the parts reconnected…

i can only think that i have to escape

nowhere to go but up

as i reached the bottom long ago

my eyes were closed

a mask positioned upon my face

that i placed upon myself

so i would not see

suddenly desperate

i have torn it off

and opened my eyes

what i see causes the tears

to sting my face

the saltiness

enters my mouth

and i accept it

i must take flight

the wings i never knew i had

have lifted me from the ground

and carried me away

gently, tenderly

caressing my soul

i feel the limbs begin to grow

but i will not walk

i will fly