I felt my mind stopped
my heart beating at a slow, steady pace
the days seemed like a rough mountain to climb
my eyes weeping with moments of others
Lost in images and sounds
Let them be of anyone else but mine.
Can I have me back?
To truly lay eyes on me?
To stay in silence and touch my life?
It’s not as awkward as I might think.
The connection is familiar from a long time ago
The silence is mine to do with as I wish, from screaming to playing.
Let the tears be made by my own realness
Let the rhythm of my heart be the drums in the song of my life.
Tomorrow I may ignore me once again.
But when one day I’ll face myself,
the first thing I’ll say is that
I don’t deserve these stranger lives
and that before I leave this existence
let me value what I have least and make it all mine.
For this soul meets this body only once
in all eternity
and that in itself is a miracle.