Natural.

So I remember the lonely days I spent by the window,

the mornings lost under the covers to stay evermore cold,

quiet shivers that shook out the tears.

My heart begins to drop and I wear my coat

of insecurities and lawless thoughts in pending status.

My mother would holler till I knew one more octave

would break my defenses, a natural isolation.

Darkness became my ongoing sleep no one would wake me

from and I knew I was ill again and again.

I just want you to make sense to me

but I am confused by your mysterious shadows.

It has got me spinning faster than the world in seasons

and I just want it all to become resolved.

Author's Note

06.27.2014