I search to see anything

I search to see anything, to see you

but to matter how wide, I open my eyes

all that I hold is the grey in my room

You can’t wish yourself out of a dungeon 

A bear can’t roar its cage open

I can’t love the pain away

screaming so the echoes

offer protection from the ghost

praying someday, I’ll see you again

wrapping my calloused hands around

the throat of my insecurities 

to watch their lifeless shape fall to the ground 

protection from the anxiety blunders

which smother every inch of what’s left of me

Digging out of the rubble till I’m free

praying one day your lips won’t just

be a dream

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