I Am Free

I sit in the middle in silence,

I hold imaginary bars so I don’t crumble down

The waves start rising and slapping on the rocks

I gasp for my breath. Taking deeper and faster breaths

Darkness crawls and creeps in slowly, it’s time.

The storm begins, swaying left and right, tearing walls down.

The waves rise and fall, emotions on a high tide, cutting deep and breaking into pieces

I can feel it flowing, gushing, healing  wounds burst open.

War raging inside,  SOS.. hear  that cry?

Can they see? The  blood? On the calm, pretty outside?

It’s sunny, just how they like it.

Sorry, next time.

No one is around,  No sound, Its cold.

Ooooh All the mean, nasty, harsh.. and bitter words

feel like a drop in the ocean, they are soft to touch, feels like a warm pillow

But even those I can’t hear right now, its pin drop silence

I can feel the eyes, hear the quiet breaths, hiding, waiting.

Am lost, absent, missing, sinking in the moment

The Black thing, only thing I can grab, not so strong but the only thing in sight

Black on white , black on white, black on white

I rise and rise and rise aaaaand rise slowly.

Feet on the ground, the remains underneath messy.

The storm is calm, not really over, but its ok

One step, two step , three steps.

< clap> <clap> <clap> so strong and loud, folded up, too much work to stretch

The whistles, Jeers, smiles…finally the fingers, shame, heads turn the otherside.

The irony…The Audacity…….

I am free.

When drowning the only thing that brings you up is the only thing that matters.

Salvation, People, Voices, Pens, Ropes. Look to that light.

The rest is irrelevant . Fingers, words, stick, stones… that’s darkness, Blind that.

XO

ReNa