shapes

***

pacing through each day

like a child frightened of what’s in the closet

I keep hiding

keep waiting

just be polite and no one will notice

*

a quiet screaming

just behind the iris

a yearning to breathe uninhibited, wild

free

*

this fire inside keeps scorching

destroying old scars

so new ones may erupt

*

growth and change, this ebb and flow

is exhausting

round and round we go

*

highs and lows

extreme mundane

routines are fucking

suffocating me

*

I need to feel again.

passion ignited

twisting and contorting bodies

shudder and break, free

falling into one shape.

***