Runnin On Empty

Relationships, Family & Friends, Frayed like the end of a rope And we hold on and hope it can heal, but it never will Because everything has it’s time & some things are done  And so we watch as those frayed strands unravel further and fall to the ground one by one.  But I’m still here, still standing, still frayed around the edges.

            As I drink & inch closer to the bottom of the glass  like a glass bottom boat we float  & see the world through a watery haze  Or maybe tears my eyes they glaze, & days like this grow ever more For time does not heal of that I’m sure, Nor comfort do these memories bring Or light with joy the dark within, It’s sink or swim, what choice to make When neither will my soul awake, From such depths it can’t be reached By land, nor sea, nor bible preached So once again I nonchalantly refill And swallow amber liquid til I inch closer to the bottom of the glass And like a glass bottom boat we float And see the world through a watery haze Or maybe tears my eyes they glaze For days like this grow ever more And time will not heal of that I’m sure.

 If it is so dark I cannot see How then, do I know it is the dark that envelops me? I cannot touch these invisible walls & yet it denies my eyes From seeing all that lies beyond. So how can it be that I am free to walk through this black oxygen To seek and find for myself, but not for fear? And so I sit here in the silent company of darkness daring not to move For when I stand and reach for light, it strikes me down without word So down I stay this time to sit and wait For what I do not know. Maybe the tallest of all ladders   so that I may climb One rung at a time and reach the mountainous sky To kiss the moons milky white face and taste a little on my lips Just enough to illuminate my heart and spark my soul To light my path & lead me safetly from the dark where I have been lost for so long

We are here but for a fleeting moment and yet I can only spectate From the shackles of disease that I long to escape I often find myself grieving for who I used to be Before invasion, trespass & vandalism of this body & this disability. It stole from me, robbed me of that fleeting moment, That time frame that was mine and like quicksand I’m pulled beneath the surface ...

     Me & M.E, same letters separated by a dot One’s who I am, one’s what I’ve got One’s who I used to be, one's what I’m not Oh I’m still me, there’s just a dot In-between But It’s a dot that can stop you from living a dream It’s a dot that separates the M from the E And while It’s sat there It’s hard to be me The Me That I Was In Healthier Days Before the dot came forcing the parting of ways I’m nothing as M and empty as E But side by side again I could be me That dot has got a lot to explain How can something so small cause so much pain So much devastation, be endlessly cruel? It’s just one stupid dot after all Why does It have to be stuck In the middle Causing complex symptoms that read like a riddle? I have to believe that just as It came That dot will mysteriously vanish again Every night before sleeping I hope and I pray That I’ll wake up as me without a dot In the way.

      Nobody knows your nose you know As well as you know your nose Your arms , your legs, your belly, your head Your fingers and your toes Nobody knows your nose you know better than you do Coz nobody knows you as well as you know you.

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