just going through the motions

with a heavy chest

and short breaths

drunk on movies with empty promises

of good always coming after the bad

crying just to feel warmth in my cheeks again

dragging my feet along the ground

and pulling my head along with me

 

a constant out-of-body experience

of looking down on myself

and not liking what I see or what I hear

with a fear that the feeling will never go away

 

in a time where everything is 

good but me

where scars are healed

and love is sealed 

yet I have never felt so alone

and so unlike myself

 

but then came you

 

gazing into your sparkling emerald eyes

only now do I see what is coming for me

a period of clarity; of hope

of breathing for a purpose

of living and feeling like i am

 

with my hand in yours

you have guided me 

past the hurt and the empty

and you have shown me that 

something as simple as 

a deep breath and a nod

is a sign of healing;

a sign that I am me again.