reverberating
change
rising
engulfing
what as once
constant
familiar
and sure
crashing
through
a film
of stillness
solid
form
plunging
a reverberating tear
in the security
of surface
level
thought
and action
its not safe here
i cant breathe here
i had felt so
alive
a split second
victory
a midair
proclamation
of fears
conquered
so quickly
too quickly
swallowed
by depth
too
much
for lungs
to
bear
i cant breathe here
no
not "here"
and it makes
perfect
sense
that the me
ive found
here
...doesn't
im holding
my
breath
for
"my way"
even the bubbles
have passed
abandoned
my self-serving
endeavor
they burst
foggy clouds
of dreams
i once
had
of the person
that i meant
and wanted
to be
bitterly
reminiscing
of a life i had only
actually
imagined
days
when life
was "blissed"
with hours
hours
sculpting away
a perfectly
constructed
iceberg
chipping away
at any hopes
i could have
to ever
be home
merely
by presenting
an entity
that doesnt
need
to be
in fact
it doesnt
need anything
at all
...i cant breathe here
but i wonder
that maybe
i should reach
my arms up
and swim
water gliding
past my wrinkled
fingertips
bubbles
returning
with greetings,
feigned rapport,
cheering me on
and saying hello
and maybe
with Your help
i can crash
once again
this time
through
the glass
surface
of things
kept beneath
and inhale
for the very
first
time
in a very
long
time
a smooth
glass
cobalt,
true colors
into
a sticky
film
of grey
an aftertaste
of mold
like a liquid
layer
of dust
ingrained
into the roof
of your mouth
how long have we been stagnant?
a song i used
to sing
i've forgotten all the words.
