Umbrellas

Breathe

Breathe for those who cannot

for those who once did but forgot who they were,

becoming hallowed skin of empty stone,

finding solace in jail cells and empty habbitual nightmares

who sleeps to return to a time with no history,

when glass's shattered pieces are sure to reforge themselves in sleep's burning fire made unbreakable with the chains of oxygen shared between the two

but now, reality, suffocating, stifling the thoughts which once romped through the fields of your purity

whose oceans were vast, with swarming lifeforms

each whispering arguments of failure and hope

the war raging under moonlit nights whose dawn escapes the spring

which comes comes so softly, not quite able to undo what winter has commited

with bloody hands and torn up knuckles,

the evidence chained down with the blankets of insufficency and condemnation;

the darkness under which slowly diminishes my angel's halo,

i let him go, the light which once was, becomes eclipse for a lack of a better word

she speaks without knowing eloquence yet finds it in the ink and canvas,

the black definitions of the mind so deep it's sure to swollow me,

or i am sure to swollow it

Open hands she approaches the crowds

trembling voices gnaw at skylines built tall to keep out the world

inside of her heart a new city forms where beauty never fades,

tears never shed, praying that if no other way a place will exist where children stay young and innocence survives,

without anger and hatred that spills from empty cups overflowing

in microphones on stages where spotlights, hit,

x marks the spot where my bones cross,

no muscles to ease their movement, we grasp life by its ends with unsteady fists,

the same ones i pray with

to a God cursing me to be honest and pure a constant nagging against my nature,

i revolt as a child would, with angry eyes and heated words, burning bridges i built to the heavens, knowing the fault lies in me.

God, my thoughts have come out as breath,evolving into a devastating confusion until the anxiety consumes into an unsure wind,

spiraling until it erodes the foundations of the narrow path i call my own.

a storm brewing, "Tread lightly," you say, with umbrellas for arms.

Is it too late? Have i come too far?

Splitting rocks force my mangled heart to beat once more,

reverberating in response to a haggard breath another breathed for me.

This last wind, cancelling my own, matching heat with heat, cool with cool,

the seasons set straight.

I cough up blood spilt for my sake,

I breathe again.