To Be Found

We stumble in darkness

warm bodies fumble at frilly things

like love’s cold hands

Feeling for a place to pour into

Trust is reckless

and we’re all strangers here

close enough to touch

desperate enough to connect rushed

relationships to broken parts

We’re bats blind at birth

hugging the walls to get a reading on self-worth

The id & ego are jokers

bouncing around with sneering red pokers

Who were you rigidly tapping

betting on to be your eyes

in this life long search

We’re more afraid with every breath

waiting for that little death

screaming a language unspoken

just hoping

to be found

 

 

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