Only Time

I am afraid of all I am,
A shadow of the person I used to be.
These broken pieces, scattered and sharp,
Cut me deeper as I try to gather them.

I gave it up, I gave it alive—
But all senses intensify,
And my wounds refuse to heal,
For the salt within keeps them raw.

Across the waves of my mind,
The taste of love tumbles—rising, falling.
Each step fades further away;
Every chance shows I am losing it.

As I lie in silence, with signs I’m alive,...