A myriad of emotions thrumming through the chest, A caged feral creature never known how to rest. A compilation for anyone that's felt emotions Red and Burning and did'nt know how to set them down. The words here are raw and potent. A story of healing, not in a linear form but in mosaic. You cannot help but look in the mirror and ask, Did you see yourself? To remind you that healing is not linear and nor is trauma, The words embrace the imperfect, and the nature of grief and love to co-exist.
If you could sedate
the beat in your bones,
What would you replace it with?
Would you hold the empty sound
in your chest.
Let it roll in around and
Squeeze your lungs?
Would you miss the steadiness
Of your blood carrying your thoughts
To your hands?
Would you lay limp and let the wind
Make a pine bough of you,
Swaying against your gravity
Would you let the silence fill you and
Would you know it's enough?
