Thoughts in Flight

by living-glass

And suddenly I have lost my abilityTo move, to think, to cry;

To laugh, to fight, to try;

To breathe, to run, to survive;

To enjoy, to smile, to feel alive.

Because suddenly I feel the urge

To break every single bone in my body,

To count the number of cells in my blood,

To crack my fingers and knuckles,

To tear apart the worn-out folds on my skin,

To bite and rip apart the nails of my toes,

Only to realise that suddenly, I would do 


To be free again.