BEYOND the Tangled Clouds

When I saw this, the flood began—

Tears FELL,

U-N-B-I-D-D-E-N,

like grains of sand.

I clenched my fists,

I bit MY tongue,

But sorrow slipped,

and I came undone.

Was it that easy? That swift, that light?

Did I MEAN nothing?

Was I never right?

I held my breath,

I held my H-O-P-E,

Only to end up grasping smoke.

Each tiny wound—paper-thin C-U-T-S,

A thousand unseen,

a thousand too much.

S-L-A-S-H-E-D,

M-I-S-S-P-O-K-E-N,

silently T-O-R-N,

Bled OUT in places never mourned.

First, they sting—then turn to stone,

ICE in my veins,

yet I’m all A-L-O-N-E.

Anesthetized,

tranquilized,

rationalized,

But where do all these SCARS reside?

I wander through fields where answers should GROW,

PAST tangled clouds and hills below.

Yet all I find are questions that S-W-E-L-L,

Rising like tides,

refusing to quell.

So I tell myself—I am ENOUGH,

The only LOVE I’ll ever trust.

No more waiting,

no more cries,

JUST M-E, beneath these endless skies.