Goodbye

Stuck in a different space

Find nothing in a different place

My hands are now mine

Cannot feel my spine

Where lives chaos there is sense

Together sitting on the fence

In the gut is a feeling

Where my truth is dealing

Words feel stuck and trapped

All padded and gift wrapped

Longing to light see

On the hum of a bee

Nothing feels right

Pensive and tight

In a deep dark well

Swimming out of hell

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