Breathe

Words fall through me, bouncing 

around in the pit of my stomach.

The lump in my throat

will not -- go away.

I am no renegade – now,

that was mostly talk anyway.

Rebellion is not forgetting my mask,

there is no make-up that can cover 

the fear in my eyes.

Give me your strength;

I’ve lost faith in everything.

The sweetness left on my tongue 

is stale, bitter are my ears.

I stopped adorning them, preferring 

a noose meant for my neck.

Stop me from stealing 

my own breath - shake my shoulders 

slouched in despair.

I put promises in print 

I don’t know if I can keep.

When was the last time 

I found my mind?

I never remember dreams.

Just the deep breath 

I take when I close my eyes 

waiting for another chance 

to breathe 

again tomorrow.