Supression

Those Beyond

By: Aimee Ruth Smith

I am on the edge,
 never really opening my mouth
         to say the things that are there
 It is wrong, for lack of better
 I cannot see.
when courage strikes so does guile
harming more than my Pride, I feel alone
I feel purple
I feel blue, green and ashen
I still cannot see.
 breathing still a luxery
almost everything else....gone
a bomb goes off, again
mean
ugly
and hateful it proceeds to rip at my throat  
kicking silence forward it holds onto my lungs for dear life
no one around but those involved
or so it seemed
I have something that is hard to see
a bulge in my strongest muscle
a firm hand on my shoulder
I have eyes, they just aren't my own
somebody
    somebody
I need you
    Now or never I need you
A burst of light, A breeze, A sound
              I am free to breath
power sifts as the victor changes
the veins of strength and courage course into will
as the eyes are not my own so
 height, power and mind are not my own
the end result
opposite from all perceived accounts
walking away
   breathing
breathing
      breathing once more