Coming Up For Air
Blinded and listless, the sludge of a girl’s pain has buried me.
I feel nothing, suspended in a multitude of falsities.
Pushed around by a baloon of imagination,
Almost bursting from the weight of my personal cemetery within.
Vaguely meandering through hallways, bathrooms, maybe a kitchen…
I cannot move, I cannot smile, I cannot feel…
I cannot love.
I may be dead.
Waiting…
An involuntary movement opens a pocket in the muck,
fresh air touches a nostril, flaring it wide.
A pulse ripples through hollow veins, slamming into the heart dam—
Faintly cracking the reservoir of life.
Trickling…the leak emerges.
Steady and slowly, the bubbling gently awakens dormant tubes.
Flash floods of life push through the hollow caverns of emptiness,
systemically resurrecting cell after cell.
A final push back to my center, where one final ignition is needed.
Too soon to tell if it will work.
A great heave lifts the chest…life over-powers mind in this struggle of wills-
a minute speck of hope pushes through the despair.
I keep going…
