~Fraying~

sometimes I
feel like
a plant
begging for
a touch of daylight

desolation comes
with a price
it comes
on like
a echo of
a reborn scream

can you
hear me?
I might
need you now
but I'm
not sure
the sun
has become
hazy
leaving shadows
in its
withering wake

in my life
nothing is
too clear
and easy
anymore

misty eyes
fraying at
the edges
tired of
the same
motions of
the passing days
burning the breeze

I heard
the reverberating
footsteps and
sync them
to my
muffled heartbeat

~Sarah Mahina Calvello