Seven Again

October 13, 2015

Seven Again

I am broken, like fleeting unsure

Non-living but my body refuses to go cold.

I lay there, I am seven again. My hands go up to cover my ears.

I hum to drown out my thoughts, before they devour me whole.

But somehow I still seem to relive them.

I am seven once again

I barely can process what is going on.

I can still taste the childhood on my tongue.

you were afforded the right to be God with others bodies.

Allowing yourself to grow big while others are made

small.

I am seven again

Learning how to sin before I ever knew God forgave.

I’m not sure if I am breathing or choking.

Living or dying

this time I am not sure if I can be silent.

If I can keep secrets,

Allowing you to write yourself all over my body

I am not sure if I can be

seven again.

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