A Wounding

Time
there is too much time
we're left in our own minds
frostbitten, alone
we become numb
and all the cries of those near to us
are muted

Dog eared pages
that we go back to
to make us feel human
have lost their power
colors
we once painted on ourselves
have begun to melt
and fall apart

we hurt the ones we love
with gnarled, frozen fingers
we deadening reach out to them
and as they take hold
our appendages snap off

time
there's too much time
we're drowning in introspection
we've looked so hard inwardly
that we have become blinded
to the outside world

the apathy
the numbness
all the inhuman adjectives that describe us
stand tall and firm
We are a solid wall.

vaguely, we feel the wind quicken
hazily, we see something
nearing us
in fear we cry out
as the blade cuts into our hearts
and we feel it all
our wall crumbles

confusing, terrifying, paralyzing
lost in these new found senses
our eyes, are forced open
forced to look out side
our limbs, they are painfully regrown
tender to the touch,
tender and hungry

time,
oh how it flies
sometimes it takes a wounding
to make us alive.
~brittany (11-30-09)

((...if sean doesnt give me back the second copy, he is going to be slaughtered! ha wrote it in econ class lol so boring!...))