Another Morning
Another morning just waking up to a sense of dread
Mist fogs my view of the mirror
Who is she I see?
Heart is in a cage
No longer even trying to escape
Somehow that is even more terrifying
Is it possible she died?
Scientifically….?
No, the brain needs the heart to survive
I hope that holds true for me
That survival proves my heart is still alive
There are sometimes flickers of life
Voices in the white noise as I tune the radio of my life
An evening spent in hope
A jump into fresh water that feels like… fun
Sometimes though there is only white noise
The memory of hope makes despair even harder
I feel like a house sitter
This body is not mine
I do not care about its outcome
But I shall water its plants and I shall stop it burning down
Because one day the owner may come home
