In silence I sit
Memory replaying itself through me
Colors brushes breaths tears silence
Ones hands upon my back
Another’s lips drinking my own
And the latter trying to re awaken senses that only knew shame.
In darkness I sit
In the chaos of my mind
Trying to understand where I stand
Fighting a battle that leaves no visible scars, just hovering shadows over eyes that burst with life,
With laughter, a smile, and a little madness.
My only wish is that my madness does not gain power over me, that I still may recognize it.
Tears frozen on eyelashes,
sorrow without cause consuming.
I will continue to hope
I will find a way to heal.