Missing: My Body

Have you seen me?

Photo by Cherry Laithang on Unsplash

Have you ever awaken not feeling your being?
Cold in bareness one morning
I found my body missing

Out there, my body wanders
a passive walking corpse
controlled by the strings of the social motion

The cold breeze sways me
in a vague routine of loneliness
reflection safeguards
my barren soul from expressive scars

So if it is not too much to ask
If you see her, please tell me
5'3, dark hair, soulless in her 20s

I am waiting on the street
breathing heavy cry
sobbing out of the public eye
repeatedly reciting that line

“Everything will be alright.”