Growing Up On Life Support

I was raised on life support.

I was taught

To paint silence onto my lips

And close my eyes to find a place unseen,


Not living

Never held up

Restrained on the edge of never-knowing.


Growing up on life support

You were always above, counting time

Sliding the planets on a string.


Even on slow burn, excess is poison.

Something lies beneath the skin of the mirror –

A promise that I will trip over all these tracks that you lay down,

Where punitive light leaves the bone exposed.


Time to breathe

Without you blowing air into my mouth,

Time to speak

Without your words falling out,


Time to find my feet

And learn to fall.


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