For I am Home

I feel myself sinking back to the depths
The depths of which turn me lethargic
The depths in which I do not speak
The depths in which my thoughts are the loudest

I feel myself sinking but its not really sinking, it’s returning
Returning to the inside where I am afraid
Returning to the emotions which I can’t control
Returning from the outside with all the smiles

I feel myself sinking but it’s not that bad for I can still breathe
A breath with more meaning than necessity
A breath with more patience than anxiety
A breath with beautiful sadness rather than contrived beauty

I feel myself sinking but it’s more like releasing
Relaxing
Unpacking
For I am home

Jessica Reynolds, “For I am Home” copyright 2009*

Published by jessica

poet, lover, fighter........

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