Poetic Mental Healing | Dirty Fingernails

Can you hear it?

That’s the sound.

The sound of my skin burning away,

Ebbing away, knees on the ground,

Bones laid bare, on my knees,

Towards you, dust and shade,

Here with me,

I pray with thunders in my mind,

To you, resurrect, don’t die, live, everything

Intertwined, in and out, up and down,

One word becomes another

And I dig for all the meanings

Trying to find my way out of the dirt

To breathe and understand

My hands full

Of the earth you left behind

That I’m trying to decipher and nurture

And love, always, no question, I’m slipping

Tripping, losing, hands full, hands on,

Your footsteps are gone, it’s dark

And I try to breathe and bring you back up

Patching the roots back together

Life with death, resuscitate,


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