Carthartic.

There was a carthartic silence  

watching you fold the paper love  

of your oppression to float out to the ocean 

Remembering why i left here and the fighting 

everything your arms couldn’t lift i left 

all those things i never wanted.

.

if you dream of a conscious world 

Then you will never find sleep.

.

Torn by all those things others 

tell you that should be wanting.