I can see
What you cannot
Oh how I wish
To be
Without the onslaught,
For sometimes
I feel sick
Overwhelmed
Mind racing, intruding thoughts
Are these my own?
Or are they yours?
What is mine?
Why do you,
Seek my demise?

Fight the urge
To tumble down
Standing, a worn out brick
Without mortars stick
Alone
Slowly breaking down
In a field where I can hear
The crows laughing, no compassion
To the forces
That are unbound
Hidden
From your naive world view
A magpie, but that's you

Let it be small
A hug
A fall
Into my arms
For I long to be,
Loved, built upon.
To feel like I belong,
more than just a brick
A place where we can speak
A warm escape from this worldly prickly nest
A homes embrace