Veined Lungs

​One quick stroke and a spark

Would ignite through my lungs

Like I had a brand new pair of veins

Attached to my very heart

But, I fought it and it isn’t like I needed it really, just wanted to feel something familiar
And not hidden

I’m lost today and I think my mind’s eye is trying to open, but I keep shoving sleep in it and telling it that I need to be closed off to what I’m being shown
I’m dragging old thoughts of who I was, where I was going and why I ended up here
And breaking has never been my weak suit

Maybe I can help save someone from themselves because no one can save me from who I am
But there are ways to keep forcing my hands to gravitate towards the thing I need to become more myself

Today, this isn’t the end
Tomorrow, this will be the continuation

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