26/9/16 Ways to perceive and express oneself, poetry set. How to see without light/Dead air/...with a little help from my friends
How to see without light
When the mirror
and your eyes glaze over,
do your other senses heighten,
to somehow see yourself?
There is radio-silence,
it's dead air out there,
stifling, like a stinking swamp,
the sweat on my brow sticking...
My shirt plastered to my back,
my skin reddening and rotting
in the secret places where it touches itself.
My very existence poisonous to myself.
...with a little help from my friends
I can find the light inside,
with help from my little friends.
Small faces smiling, tiny hands touching
in just the right way and just the right places
to bring me out of myself,
to let me sing from a barely remembered,
nearly inaccessible corner of my soul.