The air is so thick
I need it to stay alive
So I keep breathing
But every inhale
Takes with it
A sliver of my whole,
Being.
I try to accept
With every moment
That I have left
I try to accept
That foot-heels are all I hear.
Those who pledge love
Do so with baited breath
In essence
Polluting the already
Strangling air.
Disconnected
Yet by cutting ties
I somehow find myself.
We crave what will
Make us suffer.
By nature it seems
We challenge ourselves.
From this moment
I challenge myself
To cut ties
And crave
What will make
Me grow.
Like a tall tree...
Saw off the dead branches
That consume
All nourishment
And thrive,
Toward the sun.
Experience. Freedom. Love. Now.
