In Time

I paddle in stride, in time. In time these wounds will grasp the concept of healing. 

In time I will discover the strength of my hands.

In time I will redefine, reroute, retrace, reshape.

Restore.

Before. 

It's too late.

I'll dissipate into warmth.

Reclaim.

I'll swing from fences and hang from tree branches.

I am without a saviour, yes, without a saviour.

Repeat these words with miles of open road.

Desert sands procrastinate over sleepy slopes.

Redeem.

Redeem my will to live.

At last I see, the sights that went unseen.

Rejuvenate.

In time.

I have yet to hurt as much as I do at this moment.

Critical Peace

I don't know what you are or how you will ever find me, but every time I turn to the sky and believe, I know our hearts coincide. Arms of reassurance, eyes of fire. Your hand in mine to keep me from searching. Your lips pressed against mine in the dark will keep me from screaming. The great empty. Inhale and I die a little more. Calamity: Echoes retrace grief. This culmination of despair will be the last I have to leave behind. 

My heart, a stigma of hopelessness, gently lowered over the valleys of dawn. I drop to my knees at the roadside and plea to the silent earth with humble breath. I can gasp, but I can no longer question. I cannot comprehend these scrolls. These pages of history, wisdom of our fathers defiled. The words seem to dip and form lines with the craters of the moon. No parallel lines exist. I bled to death on the pyre, without an answer.

Pale Light, Cryptic Night

I look below in hopes that my feet will dangle gracefully but the winds are foreboding. Heaven has cast me out tonight. I will recover my heart at a later time, unannounced. Tears of apathy my veil. Imperial landscapes of ice be my shield undying. I mold with the caress of time as I say goodbye.

My epitaph is scrawled in smoke across the sky; departure. Distraught in absence, this day is withdrawn.

Reach

Deeper I tread, channels of despondency. You understand these tears. You try and catch me before I hit the ground but I slip through your wings. I am the ashes which linger. I am growing fear. I am the silent breath of the ocean calm. I am cold. I could curl up in this cave and die in the dark before I am able to reach you.