I sat a while blind,
Deaf, numb, mute.
Killed by my own heart.
Heavy air on summers days
Pushed sweat out the pores
In the still air, I can’t feel its presence
Keeping me clinging on, I know
I need to move, and I do, almost.
The sweltering, the weight, too much!
Stand and walk! In that instance,
The faintest breeze brushes the droplets
Formed through my skin to save my life
Relieving, releasing, comforting,
Wakening my senses
The touch, of nothing I can see, pushing against me
Run, perhaps soon, so this breeze grows stronger
To hear shushing, limbs pulsing blood
Open my mouth and sing, or maybe scream –