When will all of the feelings go away?
Hospitals smell like old people
They smell like the tired,
Like the restless.
People stretch across chairs (in limbo),
and hunch over
Cafeteria tables (in limbo).
Hospitals smell like worry,
and it scares me so much.
A weeping willow shades the courtyard:
How does it weep?
It isn’t the same.
It’s sadness is different from mine,
Simpler from mine.
It does not stretch and contract.
It is sadness:
A pair of lungs,
Breathing on a machine.
I am alive, I breath;
it only lisps and mimics the wind.
I hate hospitals
They make me wonder
About weeping willows
And the many people who,
Like heavy vines
Sink into despair.
PARIAH
Heartbreak opens onto the sunrise
For even breaking is opening
And I am broken
I am open
See the love shine in through my cracks
See the light shine out from me
My spirit takes journey
My spirit takes flight
And I am not running
I am choosing
I am broken
I am broken open
Breaking is freeing
Broken is freedom
I am not broken
I am free
(Source: gildawilhelmina)
