I.
I swallow apologies like sand,
Because without the weight of change
They’ll float away in the wind,
Regardless of intent.
II.
I fill my lungs with mud
Trying to inhale peace,
Struggling to breathe
While words dribble down my chin.
III.
I sit in silence as a stone
Layered with years of regret
Culminating in several moments of muffled speech
I am awake, but I am not yet.
Moonlit Poetry 