They tell me to breathe but
There are mountains sitting on my ribs
Pulsing in opposition with my heart
Trying to set my chest on fire
Breathing is harder when your body forgets
To do it for you and buzzing bees
Fill your head while you stare at the
Fuzzy black dots on a fuzzy white page
Loving your body is harder when
The wiring in your head makes
Your throat close with worry
Your eyes fill with fear
Your chest burn with fire
Your hands tingle with adrenaline
It is pressing. It is
Pushing my shoulders heart eyes back
Down to a snow-covered earth
But the cold brings no relief
My heat melts it away.
I do not feel all powerful when
My body makes cliffs out of staircases
Or a when a leap of faith becomes
A plunge to my death
But my body is not my mind
Or my soul-which still glows inside me
Untouched and yearning for the white purity
It knows the black fire in my chest
Can still achieve.
YOU ARE READING
Collection of Poems
PoetryDo you think between the lines? Do you dare to delve deep into your consciousness and pick out the raw, untamed thoughts of your soul? I do.
