So far I have walked myself,
far away from the storm of words,
from the actions that let my bone burn,
from the truth, from the trust, from the console and all the consolidation.
So far away but still I walk on eggshells,
walking as a pleaser, on the edge of pins and scissors,
on the edge of a place that was once my backyard to play,
my haven to stay.
It is all gone,
the place that was once my backyard.
What remains is a distant world
shielding itself with a bowl of glass
and a haunted howl, a fatigued speech and a statement with no more words.
© sunshine07