Stuck In Place, Free In Space

Descending war pile on my threadbare past or I’m losing my grace, for the puzzle’s not solved or My gallant blessing is never done working or My ideas are like heaviness across blinding sky or My oasis splashes upon the canvas of wall or My sunny angels tangle out a single smile or The disturbance prevails the numbness of my existence or I’m screaming, trying to build the confidence and I felt like blooming in pleasing joy I felt confident again… I felt as if I belonged for only a few hours of my life… I felt I was being held and fed with love I felt as if I had a chance, but not in this world I felt I was a stranger handling faith I felt like I’ve changed—in a good way You feel stuck in place You’re silent, tearing down the hesitation and The serenity fails the sensation of your extinction and Your rainy demons unravel in multiple frowns and Your desert dries out the imageless liberty and Your banalities are like weightlessness around visible earth and Your cowardly curse is always resting and Your gaining your disgrace, for the riddles are solved and Ascending peace unload off your renewed future or You feel like wilting in displeasing sadness You feel unsure for once You feel as if you are isolated always forever in death… You feel you were dropped and starved with hate You feel as if you had a chance, in this world You feel like you’re a friend juggling doubt You feel like your constant—in a bad way I felt free in space (a poem my sister and I created)