now that I think about it
it’s all I think about
crying in the rain
waiting for it to wash off
all the scars and the wind
the half healed thick skin
bones newly unpinned
this is the place to begin
just softer
more pure
pouring from the sky
getting absorbed in the world
giving what’s to stay
giving what’s to heal
my head is a jungle, jungle
the same jungle,
the same struggles,
the same rustles,
the same conflicted coexisting fear and peace,
now against a tangent,
a path unexplored,
soiled in flaws,
covered in fog,
holding tales of the wild,
unfolding answers of a child,
a nuance,
a beginning for the end
Mahek Mukati
Another Level Higher 