They don’t know where we are
Who we are
Where we’re going

They don’t know the thirst
Buried in the depths of our un-swept souls
Waiting for the sunlight to wash away the dirt
To explode the cobwebs
And to dispel our anxious thoughts that run wild with our minds and never release us from their grip

They don’t know what it’s like to be
Trapped
Trapped inside a capsule that’s supposed to hold you and cradle you and carry you through the world

But we abuse it and in return are abused
Oh supple soft body
I’m sorry
You’ve been bruised
Beaten
And I’ve stood by idly and watched as my own was torn to bits right in front of me
All around me
And I am torn for you
Sweet vessel

I crave to reclaim you as my own and bring you back to life
And to cradle you the way you cradled me late at night
When I was all alone.