Cold Sweats Form Rivers That Lead Me Home.
On dark nights I dig through the rubble that has become my life. These calloused hands sift through shattered mistakes. Each shard of glass digging into the depths of a life fully lived.
Dirt stained knees rest delicately upon plans that were never executed. Forgotten goals that have long since dissipated into the earth. My toes curl around broken promises and missed opportunities. It is refreshing to be able to feel again.
Hope skitters up my spine and veers left towards the empty space in my chest. People I lost long ago seem to rush to fill the void. They begin to press themselves against old wounds just to stop the bleeding. I shift my frozen limbs and lower myself upon the ground. My back pressed against dust covered remains as I cling to the parts of me that haven’t given up. I’ve been lost before but this time feels different. I’m not scared even though I am alone. Amethyst eyes search constellations to locate each missing piece of my soul. Each new sensation brings me closer to myself until finally I become whole.
