There’s too much
dis-articulate particulate
here
vague fragmentation
of all left unsaid
in the air
Everywhere I bend
you break me
and drop the pieces
upon realizing
what’s shattered is sharp
So you’re right
there
and I’m left
here
disarticulated
to pick myself up
shadowboxing
hope and fear
of the time
I grow the nerve
to feel again
I love the imagery in the last 7 lines.
So hits the nail on the head for where I am at the moment– wanting to feel again but a little scared and hopeful of what that may bring. A strange space to be in…
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