on the flutters of triggered wings . and soul tremors hidden within a breath

don't judge the way I breath in my . l o u d

you have no idea

how it is to have

worlds

and universes

exploding inside your head,

set into life by the smallest tremors of the heart,

I am an earthquake in a grain of sand

feeling all on one

day,

moment,

f r a c t i o n . of a second,

and _ n o t h i n g _ on the ones

speaking only of hollow thoughts

and empty spaces between the ribs,

you must know

that the wind blows harder

on those with bruised structures

but hell,

how beautiful the sun _ s h i n e s _ through those cracks,

be mindful, caring

( tender )

when touching wings that still struggle

with the concept of flying,

there is a whole map painted on my spine

colored with scars,

the scars that I teach myself to . s o o t h e

and not _ j u s t _ hide

.