Coming Through In Waves

I don't wanna go but I'm runnin'

I don't wanna work but I don't wanna sit around

All day frownin'

I don't wanna give up but I kinda wanna lie down

But not sleep just rest

Give me a break, how much does it really take

Than the ones behind my Opa’s shop

Behind the scent of burnt oil and metal shavings

Was a paradise, waiting

Curated by summers Ohio heat

No directions, No coordinates

Keep walking into that ocean of green

Avoid the poison ivy

Fill your bucket with as many blackberries as you’d like

My Oma’s only rule,

If you can’t hear my voice, you’ve gone too far

Echoing through time

Spring—I found myself in ruins

like a skilled dog searching for a cadaver

I refused to be called a loser, even in the rubble

I refused to be seen as the sufferer

I’m looking now, at my achievements and agony’s

I could not tell you which is which

Only that the crickets chirped outside my window

For the first time since my childhood

I could finally stand there and listen

As they sang, with the swaying of the trees

The howls of the wind

I understood the words, I danced to the sound of unison

As it took my body, only the way midnight can

I fell