I haven’t posted here in a while. Wish I could say I’ve been writing at the very least but no dice. However, it’s been a…week. I did write something to sum up the major part of it though. The words just up and flew from my heart and onto the screen like they’d been perched, waiting for a signal.
Here’s what I wrote:
Some days, even a look
will cut me crying
like I’m made of tears.
Some days, the sea,
blue, green, grey, silver, gold,
in all its hues will turn stranger.
Some days, there won’t be a
single landmark or sign familiar
from the past to lessen the feeling of lost.
Some days I will fight something
within me but it’ll look like I’m fighting you.
Some days…I ought to apologise
but I am unable to breathe out a coherent sound.
On days like that, can you please be gentle?
Because I break hard and easy, who knows why.
And I’m used to the alternative:
collecting myself to get back on my feet.
But it’d be nice,
on some days,
to have someone
treat me the way I feel
from marrow out to the tip of the hair on my skin:
Fragile.
insearchofthebeautiful 