Breathe

Author in photo. Photo by author.

Breathe

Heart’s beating like sea waves

Against high cliffs

Feel free to be the buzzing bee around my ears

My spirit is slowly acclimatising itself to those wet sheets

And I’m swimming where icy waters meet

Lie me down

Allow me to wreathe my head with wildflowers

As I swing before the high tide

In my white gown

From dusk to dawn

I thought I was gone

Like a dog without a bone

Then I start selling parts of my inner self

Suddenly shape-shifting into clones

Playing strange games with those around me

Like fictional characters out of a book, a play

Looking for an author, a page where to stay

They want him/her to make them alive

For they really want to know

What it feels like to be alive

That’s why s/he sifting through the dark field

Of his/her human mind