The air falls down on my shoulders,

And nothing ever has to try;

The pavement was never colder,

Everything breathes in a dusky sigh.

Water laps bare feet

Soothing scars and cuts,

Moments ahead from an incline so steep,

Keep your eyes tight, and shut.

The clouds are gifts from the rain––

That was moments just before,

Now it's an empty, quiet lane,

Something to only adore.

Inhale deeply with the summer dew grass,

That waltzes with the wind

Follow the deep sea green bass,

That chose not to sink, but to swim,

Exhale with the rage of aching lungs,

(Feel the earth shake)

Old wounds forever stung,

I was always too easy to break.

The motions pour into the ground

Like honey dripping from daisies,

Stories are mended and bound,

Saturdays spent comfortable and lazy.

I remember those days,

(When everything was a beginning)

To laugh and to crave,

When memories would stop spinning.

And everything could be captured,

In firefly jars and butterfly nets,

Smiles taken, a rosy love enraptured,

Far long past the sun has set.

I will tiptoe in cool pools of condensation,

That leak from flush willow trees.

And while basking in periwinkle bursts of elation,

To feel what no one can see.

I can sprint wildly through meadows,

While feeling the sharp burn of pebbles,

But the earth cannot break me like widows

Who pounce once the dust settles

I am free

I am free

I am free

(A monologue of internal will

Will never hurt me still

All day I listen to my blues

I'm getting too tired of the truth

Snapped in half, forever stay

Laugh at me, it'll never go away

Once I saw you,

We never switched back shoes)