Walking.

I guess it was when I finally heard

The words of the songs I'd been listening to for weeks.

Like a whisper of a voice long lost.

Yet it is heard through the crowd

And suddenly, the air

A rushing wind into my withered lungs

And the return of life brought pain.

That slicing sensation on the dry, cold throat

Which has not spoken a word in months

As each breath brings life

Yet you would almost rather suffocate

I remember.

I remember who I have become in summers past

The person I wanted to be always

I remember the faith I had in words

And behind words

But faith stumbles.

I would rather not think about how much sleep I am missing

Just as I would rather not think about

This summer comes unsteadily

A pair of legs relearning how to walk

Clumsy. weak; confused;

There is something stuck in my eye.

Do you see? Everything is symbolic to me;