Claire Kearns

Awoken
It was black, when I knew it
Before I was dead
When I woke near the morgue
Mistaken
Misshapen
Lacking warmth

I chose, to pick lightness
Arose savage and yet,
Weaker like a gazelle,
Injured and forever waiting
Red tape, the new order of the day

I had been immortal
I had shoulders set, shining silver
On chest
Now invisible, abundantly alone
Mocked & beaten even by trolls

Tiny items, clinging to life
Solid, something solid
Cling to the life rafts, boys!
Up, down, right yourself, round!
Destroy all your nights

Claire Kearns, Category: Change: Opportunity or disruption