Nimble Fists.

I keep slamming down these walls,

hoping they will crumple under my blow.

I look at you and see the grace of God.

I look at you and pray to be yours.

But I --- I am Nothing. Only bones.

To You --- to you I am so much more.

Do I dance in your head, searching for You?

My apologies I extend with my soul.

I am disgusted with what I have done.

Do I have the strength to go on?

I see you, and want to be seen like you.

Frozen, frozen, it hurts to be half alive again.

Author's Note

06.09.2014