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