The triggers are all there
the panic
the horror
the climbing onto a plane’s wheels
thinking you are leaving behind death
and as you ascend
wind buffets you
like life screaming at you
NO
NO
NO
this is not for you
and then
then
the retraction happens
the wind pulls at you
and your fingers rip out
you hardly feel the pain
as you are lifted off
and the freedom you feel
is momentary
the fall is endless
back to the death
the world pushed on to you
What bitter truths am I made of?
What lessons have I not learnt?
What deceits lie unfulfilled?
What part of me hasn’t yet burnt?
I have not wept every tear;
I know nothing of tomorrow;
I keep meeting handsome strangers,
Hoping for lesser sorrow.
What terror lies in wait?
Have I spent all my shame?
What wounds must I yet bear
To continue this horrid game?
Questions like these are dull;
Answers for these seem lost…
I guess, if they are ever found,
I’d have well borne their cost…
I’ve kissed a thousand lips,
Rough as rocks, delicate as dew;
I’ve been drunk on a thousand sips,
Though none really tasted like you.
I’ve opened my mouth to each;
I’ve felt the passion in throes;
But something’s always out of reach –
Something only a heart knows.
I’ve taken essence, moist and dry;
But nothing remained for me to keep;
And, no matter how hard I try,
Though I keep sowing, I cannot reap.
Hearts Still Care 
You must be logged in to post a comment.