Grieving my mind
Seeing the lines,
Created, by design,
I read in between them,
Nowhere else
I can take it –
Connections, in time.

Every strand, accounted for.
Every breath,
Counting down the rest,
Life is a sentence,
But here I go,
Singing it –
It makes it easier
To digest,
My colon can’t take stress,
The kitchen’s too hot,
And the truth is invasive.

Please, just let it be.
My mind is too crowded,
With responsibilities
Bestowed by knowledge,
Please, get it out of me,
Anxiety –
Fueling my fears,
But I try to see the light
Between the mirrors
Of a dark room,
The reflection of a fire
Only burning inside of me,
I still can’t envision
What is on the inside,
If I am only looking outside
Of my foundation,
I resent the trepidations,
And here I go:
I digress from outer space.

Battling with predators
Outside my own race,
Within myself,
Remains, etched
With such confidence
That there’s nothing
More than the perfection
Of silence inside my head –
This box:
Is heart-shaped,
But the silence,
It’s blinding me.
The quiet is too loud to see.