Crinkled

Retaining my boundaries
Finding myself while I am being trampled
By each lie you have told.
Am I breathing?

Yes, indeed, I am. Is this real?

Yes, indeed it is.

Life is continuing, even though my soul is left behind.
Onto each note of the longing song I hold

Your lips have gone astray.
Come home.

Everything

is

radically

changing

in
my
field
of
vision.

The openness

Being just me

And not me and somebody.

This must be part

Of our journey