7-19-15

My crinkled lungs fill up and release

Today, it’s time to be a person

I’ve only known the feeling of

what never was;

murmuring myself to sleep

on whispers of a better hour

But I do not know the universe

I only know myself

I know how softly I cry

And almost every day.

I wish on, like skipping rocks on a riverbed

where the water reverberates unknowingly

I curl up on myself, hair falling over my sight

I close my eyes, open them again, and keep walking

The starlight shines dimly and I can be myself

But I am not someone who is bright