Never Lie About How you Feel

By Victoria Edwards


Rhythm finds its way into our lungs 

As we exhale the routines of our minds

Leaving imprints on the sands of time

We capture ourselves out of the quicksand

Hoping to rescue our individuality 

The liberation we want so desperately 

Yet we are so afraid to find

So afraid to run toward

We grab the fear by its legs

And hug it, holding it close to our chests

Hoping that the beat of our heart

The rhythms will form symphonies 

With dysfunction 

The harmony will echo in caves 

And we will no longer feel routine

Just emptiness

Numbness.