Soul recovery

I see myself laying on the ground.
Tears cuddle cold-stoned face-traits. 
Passion is gone.
I kill it.

I killed all of them.
Imagined blood comes outside from inside.
They collide and make me more weaker.
Every respiration remind me I am alive
But deeply I wish I could stop!
Stop for a moment
and flow into simplest existence I know:
Being.
be unreachable.
be untouched.
be unseen.
be unheard
but still be beside, over and behind.

Soul recovery.

I take a deep breath.
I been laying stock- still for a while on the ground,
my back remains me I am alive.
Lungs hurts with every breath in.
Heart beats as usual.
Lips beg for water.

One sip.
Smile.
I am alive.

Cherry Lauma