I went to sit in a rib cage.
It may not be ours,
But it was constructed the same.
I brought smoke to fill it,
And drink to numb it,
And lay protected by it,
On some sort of summit.
You weren't there to speak
of your world and world's known,
or of your future world's past,
And how you have grown.
This time, it was me,
And I lay alone.
Each cold rib
In my side,
In my back,
In my thigh.
And for moments I hung,
Turned upside down on each rung.
Without you, I found myself
Instead talking to the sun-
As it made its way back
off her love,
So full
with her phases so long.
In her reflection,
I hoped you'd feel mine, too.
Since it was nothing but light,
I wished to give back to you.
I felt peace,
and felt safe,
Inside my cold metal cage.
Night air blew threw me,
As your breath once did,
And I longed to reach out
To call you a friend.
But I refrained,
In my frame,
Cold and locked away.
My friends didn't advise
But, my friend,
You are one should remain.
So their truth is my lies,
And maybe, to them,
My demise.
But light it is growing,
And reflecting,
And glowing
And they know only hiding,
And keeping,
And pining.
So I slip through the cracks
And I, too, slip away.
No longer afraid of
Where you and I once lay.
And gave us a new time
A new place,
With same face
Not erased.
The thing I've learned,
Is letting go is much harder
When trapped in a cage
Bound by metals once bartered.
My friends, they will tell me
As if in dismay,
Their absolutes bound,
And lost souls in decay.
But every new day,
There's a chance to be new
And old all at once,
As each day comes into view.
And so those will learn
Who slip free but don't run,
Of the timeless reflections
of the moon's sun.
10/20/21
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ADHD Dribblings: Poems & Thoughts From A Mind Lost In Motion
PoetryA collection of poems dealing with love, loss, PTSD, disability, ADHD, addiction, depression, suicide ideation, eating disorders, women's rights, processing abuse & trauma, etc. Some are just making intrusive thoughts rhyme, some are just thinking...
