
From The Ashes
It's not that you've forgotten how to feel, It's just that scar tissue goes numb after so many years. If you focus, you can still see the afterglow of all the hands that let go Or held on so tight That you still wake to the choking of them in the night. There are things you are too terrified to unpack and know, So you drag these boxes like Marley's ghost with never a backwards glance. No wonder you never felt comfortable in your skin, You never stuck around long enough to unpack and begin to make it a home You never stuck at anything long enough to figure out how to sit still and grow. You used to smoke - You said it's what artists do, they burn, But…