Thoughts in Flight
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.