Faltering into life,
Skipping stones in a wallowing river,
We Breath.
Ecstasy is an unfound joy,
One crave in a belittled window,
Of an overtly scenic view.
Rounding up all the personas,
We’ve become one now,
Dancing on a stage;
Nobody’s watching.
Let’s breath relief,
Compounding into and onto ourselves.
Hedges of reaming glee,
One can find inside,
Deep and deeper.
Trenches of sorrow,
Now blemished into nothingness,
Just this one moment,
We can be me.
Jostling over unseen destruction,
Uprooted and stable,
Needs unmet,
But reached anyway.
Questioning all left behind,
Listening to us,
Meandering a path untouched.
Oh at least,
Knowing on self,
Heaving and prospering.
I’m it now.
I AM ME.
ALL OF IT.
Shameless and proud.
