My gaze skipped against the creek,
keeping rythem with the stream laughing,
your smile was enticing
and exciting,
like pumpkin spice,
I'm learning that breathing can be different.
I've been clinging to a shell of myself
the freshman one,
eyes electric and niave
like sour blue raspberry,
I've been dying to relive the moment's I felt most alive
I'm eye level with the mountain tops and the gods
we have weekly meetings
they replaced church and are a substitute for poetry open mics
I'm blindly grabbing for some direction
trying to find my footing
on a road paved with jagged glass rocks
and shattered perseptions
I surpassed my peak years ago,
at least that's what I've been reciting for the past 4 years
but admist the mountain mist,
the creek snickered and the trees sighed in relief
as I realized
the earth doesn't stop spinning
I don't stop changing
each breath is different,
terrifying, maybe but I'm all for transformations
I just assumed you have one big one all your life
a big bang, a star being born,
I am constantly erroding
weathered away and withering,
trying to pull myself together
before anyone realizes I'm so broken
maybe I'm just chipping away at my shell
peeling layers of paint away
revealing a sculpture
I'll spend my whole life discovering,
letting go is being alive,
I'm learning how to breathe
let my lungs crack the ribs
that cage me in
I am growing
creating myself
and digging deeper towards my soul
I hope I like I what i find