hot. sweaty. sticky.
I slide down the wall in my room
begin typing, trying to record the feeling
raw. anew. cracked.
minutes before I stood outside, working
dark out, with headphones in, full volume
every thought in my head poured into the dark
and I found a new me hiding at the bottom
eyes closed, standing in the front yard
I screamed lyrics to every song I owned
now words pour across the screen
frantic with the new emotion I found
eyes opened, everything familiar, the same
this new lesson learned, new tool in my arsenal
I start another chapter, record another memory
the new me speaks in a new way
cool. stiff. sore.
I look up at a new altered world
the change documented between my fingers
born. clear. ready.