It's No Wonder - Poem by Shannon Thompson
I could just melt
right here into the floor
I'd slide beneath the boards
Where sunlight slips
and lost things congregate
Would I feel at home there?
When you kiss me
a fever burns in my heart
and there's nothing I can take
is there a way to force you
beneath the cracks
to be with me and the lost things?
I just want to hold you tightly
until this cliche makes sense
my head hurts, light blinds me
down here with you up there
above the floorboards shining so brightly
Are you looking for me?
I feel attached to my ball and chain
the way a cat enjoys the yarn it's entagled within
If you make my heart too light it might float
the way a balloon does, released from a child's hand
But I'm no circus prize and you're no vice
And watching my heart reach the sun...
It's no wonder I melt
It's no wonder I'm blinded by that bright light
It's no wonder I'm burning up
It's no wonder I need this cliche
It's no wonder I'm still a little bit lost.
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