OVERTURE

a simple mistake,
i feel alienated
trifled by fate, not fear.

i am aware, i am cold,
lack of voice,
i hear noises.

my memory cloudy
i am miles away from where i should be.

i pray you pick me up
set me down in the calm.

my head pounds
it penetrates the silence,

i am still holding on,
i suspect i do not know what for.

the wind rips, tears into my skin,
there; in this weakened state, you are there.

your hand outstretched, waiting.
my eyes have deceived me before,

i reach for you,
for your touch,
your presence
your being.
my heart half empty, have full.
my mind tugging with emotion.

i stand cowardly, my mind reeling.
i reach for you....