Reaching out beyond the dream of what you thought was real, spinning on this ball of life, head now under heel. Ready to die, to live this life so raw, alive on ledge- dancing, hurling, freeing your soul to finally stretch the edge.
Friday, April 10, 2015
Resurrection
We are made and broken
a million times over
til we can't see through
these tears, this pain
Is this me, dying
or just a glimpse
of what
I am yet to be?
Touch me
with your cold hand, Death
so that I won't feel
this burning anymore
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