beats.

my heart skips beats and i write.

i fight with my own expressions

and i speak careful words

Suppression.

my tongue becomes numb and i swallow with careful hesitation

my bones ache and i wish on numbers for relief.

i feel more than i should

my senses are open wounds,
feeding on protection, balance, correction.

a higher understanding for all the pain.

where hope is lost i am lost

i keep on with the things that beat and breathe.