Locked In

Eyes don’t match
my inner turmoil

all I needed was a seed
but I swallowed it
did not nurture it

chill down my spine
I want that feeling
all of the time

gooseflesh & hair raised
in the best of ways

I can channel it
only for so long

the embers must go cold

I can control it
only for so long

the fire must go out

my children’s embrace
I wish I could stay
locked in forever

we never stop
being children
finding our way

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