Sitting stiffly,
staring into blank space,
hearing nothing but the air swirling around me,
everything still.
I'm reflecting on what I dare not mention to myself during the day;
my doubt of self worth.
The night brings out my insecurities,
and I can visit my most human side;
who I am stripped down to the bone; naked, cold, simple.
Hands have no meaning,
my body is simply a sanctuary for my soul,
which in my humility I will ensure is red with existence.
I ask myself what it means to be a person, to breathe precious air, and to feel things so wonderful, and so sharp and painful.
I find beauty in the most obscure things;
A pure pink fabric,
a couple in love glancing at each other,
and a Grey sky smeared with dark clouds,
and rain sliding down a green leaf,
and the stinging color of blood trickling down my knee.
It amazes me...
I don't understand the depths of my own feelings,
and to the extent I'm moved by life, love and loss,
until I feel a tear slide quickly down my face,
and hear it land on the floor
with a loud plop.
