Snowflakes in Spring

belonging

Dear, sky

I have the words to write

No one ever once
Said to me

That this leaves you utterly
Powerless

You're in control

Is what I have been told

Spastic
Is all this

As I hold on
And let suffocation
Secure
Everything
I've tried
So hard
To lure

I want to be something more

Not somebody
Who can't
Control
Her melody

Truths
Lies
And little thighs
Who cross
Afraid at what the others
Might see

This is what I am
Poisoned from everyone's
Fleeting hands

So I apologize
If this didn't rhyme
Or if I tried too hard
To keep you
Intertwined

I want you to know

This is what I feel like

Half open
Half sleepy
Another half
Full of insecurity

Sorry
For my existence
As a simple experiment
Full of others judgment

Constructed
In crooked issues
Is what I am

Made in the womb
Of a self driven tomb

This is what it feels like
To extract
Fresh spring wounds

To conflagrate
What I tolerate

To wear
An old t-shirt
Every day for years
And know nothing
Without the tears

This is surfing
Through surviving

With no promises
There will be a next time

This is what
I belong