Silenced

7/24/15

I wasted years running
through wildflower canyons
and swimming through rivers
winding deep around my feet,
tripped over and over
until it seemed the ground
was a second skin;
wondered why I was
such an easy target
for all the pain within.

I blew bubbles underwater,
tried to breathe oxygen through my
pores without clogging my
veins, spent my days
drowning in cliches and
writing lyrics on razor blades
so I could sing myself to sleep
and drift off to dreamland in style,
but my legs were shackled
to the rocky mountains of my life
and my wings were too broken to fly.

I wrote vignettes in the sky,
spoke of the words beneath my tongue
and of the songs that my body
could never truly sing...

I refused to see the world in terms
of black and white
when I lived in
shades of gray,
gravity finding its place
between my breaths as I was
buried in soft ground and velvet,
cradled in unfinished pine
that sang my words in a way
they could never be misheard.