they say no man is an island, but i think i just broke off and drifted into the ocean.

Thick skin.
Smooth and flawless.
Won't you crack and let me bleed?
Poreless.
Non-porous.
Is it safer to be dried-up and numb?
Or would I welcome
the sharp tip of a knife
slitting through these layers?
Splitting open.
The burst of this abscess.
And discharge of my choked-up tears.

rising.

This need bubbles up in my soul.
A feeling that months of hibernation
could not squelch.
A thirst that has not yet
been quenched.
An unextinquished flame.
I had thought.
For so long I had thought
that she had crushed me.
Crushed the small, quiet bloom
of my naivete.
A discarded idea.
A distorted image.
Turned inward on itself and
sleeping in the safety of the familiar.
How could I believe?
How could I have hoped that I?
I could awaken again?

dreams.

Like petals unfolding
their pale faces to the moon,
So my heart awakens.
Spreading out
to fill the dark night,
Reaching out
beyond the edges of consciousness
into Infinity...