Hiding. She's

Trying. I keep her

Confined.

.

Sleeping. She's

Weeping. She screams out her

Cries.

.

Falling. She's

Calling. There's pain in her

Eyes.

.

Dormant. She's

Latent. She feels

Paralyzed.

.

Shifting. She's

Drifting. But I keep her

Inside.

.

Uneasy. She's

Queasy. Yet I

Minimize.

.

Refracted. She's

Lasted. She cant be

Denied.

.

Bleeding. She's

Seeking. To be

Recognized.

.

Unwitting. I'm

Splitting. I say my

Goodbyes.

.

Heating. It's

Fleeting. My old peace of

Mind.

.

Conquered. I'm

Anchored. I'm treading

Neck-high.

.

Drowning. Heart

Pounding. My sight going

Blind.

.

Vehement. Not

Present. I am losing my

Pride.

.

Engaging. I'm

Raging. She's loud from

Inside.

.

Neurotic. I'm

seasick. From pain left

Behind.

.

Messy. We're

Heavy. There's blood on our

Lies.

.

Damage. I

Manage. This fall from up

High.

.

Numbness. Crave

Oneness. This banal state,

Mine.

.

Transgressing. Keep

shedding. And I'll find her

Smile.

.

Uplifting. Deep

Thinking. I tame what is

Wild.

.

           Releasing and healing

                        My sad inner-child

....

Mica Light