This desire must be fulfilled even if
only for a moment.
Pain and panic -
Thoughts of survival and triage.
What voice does your mind speak with?
My thoughts break up into digestible words
that fall short of actual intent.
The arm of the tree withers.
How much longer can it hold on?
Am I disappointed in my childhood
for not giving a more realistic expectation of life?
Coddled and safe -
I am weary of the change I need.
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