Steps to the Bridge

my skin
hurts
inside itself
hanging heavy
on bones that
cage
the roaring inside-
trapped-
unwrapped-
longing to
stretch the
full length of
myself
gathered into a ball
waiting
to explode
long cool breaths
stagger now
into shallow depths
every day wishing
for the call
to sound-
to leave
this Earth
where I am bound
and go back to
where I know I belong-
I have no idea
what I am
missing.

-Meg Wethington

 

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