Maybe

As the the ink from the pen
Discharged onto the paper
I feel a calmness settle over me-
I never knew-ink
Onto a paper could be
As euphoric as dope
in the blood
Some call their pen, their weapon
their tongue, their words, or their voice
I could paint
I could write
I could enjoy the outdoors more
I could camp
I could hike
I could design mask
I could go for bike rides
I could hear more music
I could listen to the wind
I could search for the truth
I could love everyone I meet
I could be open to all solutions
I could be open to all problems
I could settle into me
Becoming me reminds me of how jeans feel
when they first come out of the dryer-
tight, stiff, and restrictive

Fade

The softness of the blanket
The rawness of flesh on flesh
Remembering the day we met
This is the end of justice
Must this be the end of us
Sometimes you feel like lead
The words you said
Made me feel like a sinking ship
Even after you kissed me on the lip

Emerge

Boards creek beneath my feet
Blood drips from my knees
Thighs ache with pain
Numb at the core
Except for my broken ribs
Struggle for breath
Tears form at the corner
of my eyes
Letting go of my chest
Quivers and my heart opens