project 52 / week 40 / unspoken
40/52 // unspoken and overgrown
I don’t know how I ended up here.
I don’t want to say always,
Because I’ve been trying to be an optimist.
But my pessimistic side has roots woven deep.
They shroud the door I need to get out.
I trip over the vines, stumble on the uneven ground.
It’s all overgrown,
Overstayed it’s welcome.
Impassable.
Grown so tall, I’m not sure how to cut it down.
40/52 // unspoken and trapped
I can’t figure it out,
How I end up here so often.
This is the very spot,
Where not some 365 days ago,
Four quick steps saved me.
And I was sort of hoping to return,
And have another miracle.
Because it’s hard to hold on, to all of this.
And I just want to set it down. It’s gotten so heavy.
The branches scratch and the grass tangles up my legs.
I just want to set it down and feel the weight disappear.
Just for awhile, just a reprieve.
A moment where,
The weight of the limbs, doesn’t feel so heavy.
40/52 // unspoken and here
Those limbs, have fallen here,
Crashed under the strain of the wind.
And, metaphor or not...
It feels like the wind hasn’t blown this hard in a long time.
It rips the words from my throat,
So I whisper to stop the strain of tears,
That threaten with every second,
To spill over. Overgrown.
I don’t know which way to go.
Because the path out is overgrown.
I trip over the vines, stumble on the uneven ground.
It’s all overgrown,
Overstayed it’s welcome.
Impassable.
Grown so tall, I’m not sure how to cut it down.
I don’t know how I ended up here.