Break. Break. Break.

Break. Break. Break.

I feel like my bones are disjointed and pissed off. Like my skin hates me and wants to rip from the sinew beneath to run freely.

Lately it’s been as if I’m a bird trapped in a cage.

I was learning how to fly and then it felt as if through a ripple of events I was crowded in and chained to the floor of a cage.

My wings that had felt so light and wonderful, broken. Snapped.

Now I sit here feeling broken beyond repair. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting.

Waiting for the breaking to stop. Waiting to feel safe in my own skin again. Waiting to taste the clean air and fly again.

But for now all I do is break.

Break. Break. Break.