I just know,
flowers on this bed,
I was onceĀ cold and dead,
you waked me.
The storm isn’t over,
it brews and I shatter,
into a million splinters of hope.
Invisible thread,
weaved into my head.
as the heart bled.
Just a look,
a sigh, oneĀ breathe.
Til the ends of this earth,
I am not dead.
