Desolate Lands

Invasive vines,
coiling around me,
bursting from the earth
that is my own flesh.

A deep and hollow rumble,
the vibration in my chest,
that feels like an earthquake
rather than my own voice.

A tumultuous flood,
rushing water over barren soil,
intrusive thoughts and emotions
the deluge of my own uncertainty.

A prisoner in my own vessel,
exiled to these desolate lands,
a constant struggle to feel at home
in the caverns of my own soul.

This might all sound hopeless,
but our eyes tell a different story
of a limitless and expansive galaxy
that is our own to explore.

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