Cessation

I hold the jagged edges

of life in bleeding hands,

I step into endless

dance with you, but

music has died down,

leaving sliced thoughts

that cannot heal,

missing puzzle pieces,

space left unfilled.

Holding flames

of the past within

my soul, I become

daughter of the sun.

Now, I can’t move on -

I just am,

without substance,

ripped stitches of the past.

I can’t go forward

without erasing what was.

I try to rent my skin

so there will be a place

life hasn't touched.

What’s inside of me,

I cannot hear.

My music

has ceased

and there is

no sound.