I’ve been empty for a while.
My roar has subsided into a soft, monotonous whisper.
My chest which once was a
resting place for my
unrestricted heart,
has now become a cage,
bars barely rattling.
I’ve forgotten what I look like,
avoided mirrors for so long –
afraid of what I’d see –
that I have now become
a reflection of opinions.
I’ve forgotten the heat,
the blanket of calm
which once covered me
has been ripped off,
replaced by numbness.
I am lonely.
Sometimes I offer myself up
to strangers as sacrifice,
hoping that their hands
would reach in
between the gaps in my ribs
and
squeeze my heart back
to life again.
They never do.
I miss the sadness,
the pull of something,
anything.
Instead of just
drifting –
I am a perfect swimmer
who dreams of
drowning.