The days these days repeat themselves
But there is something bottled up here
Tears that should have left me
But remains in starkness
Which threads each day together
And chokes them into one
Rising and falling
On the inside of my shoulders
Somewhere between my neck and my back
Where the wings should have been
Rising and falling
Hanging on the smallest piece of hope
In all that is left.
I need the right words to let go
But the words lodge unutterable
On the tip of my tongue
Rising and falling
Confessions which cannot be told
Which cannot be swallowed down
On the tip of my tongue
Rising and falling
Like the beat of my heart
The unspeakable secret to the beating of my heart
To the weight of my soul
In all that is left
To hold on to.