Just...

 At times it's like putting pieces of a puzzle together. Who I am, what I am, and care for

.Anecdotes of moments and memories of a purported life. I remember little and of these memories, most feel like someone else memorabilia. I fight for these flashes and reconstructions of life. For they are all I know of my self. Maybe I am gone. Maybe I am past tense

I have slept long enough
Closed my eyes
Blinded myself
To no avail
No peace just pieces
Give me back my wings
Let me feel the wind
The turbulence of turmoil
The chaos collective
Let me cleave through

Let me Be

Awake you holy mountain!
Thunder break your quiet repose
Speak

Its been a while and words once loud and clear are hoarse and quaking whispers
Whats been silent so long is still an ember
And in embers are a hidden flame
In Amber are time blocked truths in stasis
In amber is a diamonds crystal gaze
Of light that shatters but never fades