Tussled

All that glass I've been holding falls to the ground.
It's shattering crunch is deafening, and I'm wringing my cut hands.
If I were to step, my feet are unsteady.
I'm more than ready.
For this I bleed.
Be sure what was worth this all makes a sound.

I placed all this faith and checked it daily.
Magic sprouted from these seeds.
I ate from the apple of no more needs.
I'm more than ready.
For this I bleed.
Head so shaky, heart don't fail me.

Here on a bus, heading to nowhere.
I wish that I could, but I just don't care.
The ringing I hear is from no noise at all.
I straighten my chin and sit up so tall.
I'm not going to say what I learned from this.
I'm biting my lip and I'll take what I miss.

Legs tucked in tight.
I'm not going to fight.
Finger in fist.
Here's what's been missed.

Tangled up, tussled and tossed to the side.
Strangled and choked out with nowhere to hide.
By me all the time.
It was me all this time.
A sabotaged ship shaded strangely by need.
To take it, to break it, to harvest and feed.
Not proving myself.
Not proving to you.
There's nothing worth proving, can't prove what you knew.

All sideways by wind and by choice.
Heard by the strangers.
Not held to a standard.
I'm more than ready,
For this I bleed.
I've known for a while that I just found my voice.

How could I know those words would be last?
I drop this glass, I've been holding it too long.
What brought to the table is found in the past?
I'm not writing a poem, I'm singing this song.
But it's all inside my head,
If there was a tune, it's already long dead.

I'm more than ready,
For this I bleed.
Tangled up, tussled and tossed to the side.
But that's alright now,
For this I bleed.