Being Human

Remember the days the horizon

Was but a hair from your head and the sky

A gentle mouth from above

Kissing your brow.

The sea and the waves used to mirror your fears

A delightful crescendo of things

Too big, too deep, too human to handle

Crashing on your brain, crushing the illusion

Of peace within.

I remember the days your skin was a wall

To scratch and hit to try and peer through

A box, a shroud, a promise of loneliness

Forever anonymity and silence.

Remember the days your hands and your heart

Could speak not in words but in a stronger tongue

And it made you bleed, and it made you smile

And it made your life worth the strife

And it made your life worth being that short spark 

Sprung from darkness, thrown again into dark

Bright but for a breath in the cold loneliness

Of being a human, a temporary work of art.