Without

In here, without,
With everything,
I turned
And felt
Myself
Struggling.
Out there, alone
With nothing,
I stopped
And saw
Myself
Flourishing.
Tripping on the thoughts
I’m not used to speaking,
At least,
Stumbling over the words
I’m not used to feeling,
Almost,
Enough to pull out my hair,
Enough to make me tear off my skin,
Enough to stare painfully into the noonday sun,
Enough to fall to the wet sand and kiss the earth before walking into the sea.
Enough.
Enough of this.
Enough of forgetting
To feel
Alive.

Without

Dave Legere

Joined January 2008

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