i'm on the mend

i have been rather introspective lately. the changes in my life are almost too much to comprehend. i'm divorced, i'm in love, i am love, i am a burning spear. which one of those on which day is another story. it's just too fucking much to comprehend all at once. slowly starting to crawl around and see what i'm made of deep down. so in my soul searching as of late i've been inspired to write. here, there, whenever. for some reason, i wanted to post this one for posterity. sort of like holding your breath and waiting to exhale. i'm exhaling and now i can fill my lungs again. this time with virgin air. 

on the mend

 

i'm here

one more day that i've survived

i'm breathing on my own

wake me

wake me with my name

was it your voice that whispered

was it your fire against my cheek

i'm here

are you ready

dizzy spinning

wheels turning

end over end

close your eyes and stay a while

we will wander

after all

we are not permanent

set me on fire

my soul will not burn

dark and pooling

glorious and naked

the wheels come off

but i'm on the mend

stitches and glue

where does the water end

and i begin

catch it and mend it

can you catch water

i'm on the mend