i’m still here

i’m still here
i’m still trying not to think of you
while my years die into decades
life leaves me no room to breathe
i dash hither and yon; anxious, panting

while my years die into decades
my wings beat the bloody glass
i dash hither and yon; anxious, panting
i’ve gone no where so fast i’m still here

my wings beat to stumps on the glass
i did not know that i could still love so much
i’ve gone no where so fast i’m still here
frozen in time more than place

i did not know that i loved you so much
until i knew i could not have you
frozen in time more than place
my face like that of a refugee

i know that i cannot have you
i’m still trying not to think of you
my face like that of a refugee
i remind myself to breathe

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About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. My most recent completed endeavor was finishing BA's in Religious Studies and American Studies. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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