There was a time when
I thought my life would depend
On others, holding, grasping,
piecing me together
Eternal suffocation in their steel limbs
Except longing,
oh the longing! Of their arms to fall,
fall, let me just fall
Apart, let the darkness of the oblivion,
The swallowed soul tear itself away
from my brittle bones, my helpless flesh
Of which that diseased soul had consumed.
It was only when my hoarse calls were heard
when I screamed for their arms to fall, fall,
Let them fall!
And I felt the cracks of my bones widen,
the lifeless flesh being torn piece by piece
That I realised
The limbs of steel, not stifling
But a source of endless strength.
Yet they had gone. And the cold
Sneaked, snaked, seeped its way into
My wounds. I was gone,
for sure I was gone! Ended!
And I wondered, had I been so vain
As to think that I was better off
without those steel limbs, rejecting the strength,
their unity, that kept me whole?
\"Do not depend on others for your happiness,\"
It is not true, not true,
Let others in. Let them
fill the cracks of your brittle bones, your helpless flesh.
A diseased soul is not diseased
at all, just unrecognised, unfamiliar
And without darkness light has no meaning.
And so I lay, paralysed, broken,
Raw from the
Leaden, dead feeling
Of no one. Pressing, suffocating.
No arms, no steel limbs.
No one.
Let them in, let them in,
Just let them in.