These carefree days make me too destructive.
I flutter my black lashes, play it out like an actor.
My thoughts spin in the breeze like yellowing leaves.
They told me I belong, but I cannot wait to leave.
I sense them numbing my razor-sharp defenses,
Climbing into my ears and breaching the fences.
These joyous days are gnawing at my limbs.
Do I leave my flesh behind or simply stay still?
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 