Untitled Spoken Word (11/18/13) by X-ample, literature
Literature
Untitled Spoken Word (11/18/13)
Morning comes and my eyes open. Waking in a curled up position over a pillow I had apparently placed between my legs. I ponder the dream, usually unfortunate, from the night before and take a deep breath. I scuffle to the bathroom and then try and smile at my furry friend dancing happily at the sight of me awakening. I wish I could share in her excitement. I grumble in my thoughts as I put on my pants. Then my shirt. Then my shoes. Still in thought, I routinely grab my keys and attach the leash. As we walk outside and begin our usual trek in the cold, my mind drifts. This is my time to think. Especially in the morning, I ponder my present day
In this hole that's sunken in
Searching for some way to win
Sunrise then sunset, please repeat
Yet still standing on both my feet
Parts of me missing for so long
Wondering if I'm already gone
Yet I stand again and again persistently
While mourning these fragments of me
I must awaken, must reassemble
My lungs still breathing, still alive
Open my heart, dare to expose me
Over thinking, frozen in fear
Feeling so far away, yet so near
To the soul that still lives inside
Scared off and forced to hide
Still, this is in no way the end
As I sing the songs, my loyal friends
Until I cannot climb any higher
Nothing can put out this lov