My body labors towards sleep
Wheezing in and out each breath
My eyes are full and watery
As I struggle to close them
Itching for something
In the night
To inspire me
To awaken me
Something to make me full of spark
The silent clock ticks away at our moaning
The silent lamplight shines above the scene brazenly
As closeness lures two lonely bodies together into one flesh
These whispers of Christ are far away
I don't feel guilty for what I feel
For whatever reason
The closeness is empowering
With safety hidden within this single moment
I am so heavy
So downtrodden by my sadness
Each tear makes me smile
Each bruise makes me laugh
Who would have guessed that when death was bringing me down, I would feel my best?
I breathe in the anesthesia
My arms are tied down by the IV
Both lying by my sides, under the warm blanket
This vulnerability to those around me makes me feel so beautiful when I am so weak
My cheeks are flushed and I muster a faint little smile
As the anesthesia pulls me under
It sits as I sit
Silent as I am
I fight each and every attempt
But at some point, each night
The energy dies out
And I dissolve into the sheets
A white watery world I enter
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Somewhere
PoetryOriginal poetry collection on love and heartbreak. Maybe love will work out for all of us someday. Or maybe some loves are only for a season.