The BloomA Poem by Indra's Child
8 in the morning, put my sneakers on
I head through the door I don't care about the way they look At me anymore The wind is blowing through the trees Whispers fill my ears with unease 2 PM I walk outside to live and breathe The same air as you There's a heaviness in the air now, it's Getting hard to do And eyes keep pressing in on me I wonder if I will suffocate Or get crushed by the gravity You wanted to know me
Not as broken glass but as the one that you were looking for You wanted to love me Not as a vine of thorns but as the flower that blooms But it wasn't easy, no it's never easy Lo and behold I'm stranded again alone Feeling the weight of the world Without the love I'm told Will free us from these cycles The same cycles That imprison without remorse You wanted to know me Not as broken glass but as the one that you were looking for You wanted to love me Not as a vine of thorns but as the flower that blooms But it wasn't easy 5 at night without you lying next to me An eternity I wake up from my vampire slumber Legs feel like lumber Under the pressure With the strength I can't muster Feels like I lost my chance a very long Long time ago, Now I've got nowhere else to go, Moving so slowly You wanted to see me Not as weaponry, but as the one that you were fighting for You wanted to feel me Not as the cut of thorns but as the petals that bloom Illusion is easy © 2022 Indra's Child |
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Added on January 24, 2022 Last Updated on August 18, 2022 AuthorIndra's ChildOakland, CAAboutI just want to wake up from the dream. "Hi. It's me. I know you're out there. I can feel you now. I imagine you can also feel me. You won't have to search for me anymore. I'm done running. Done hid.. more..Writing
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