We take a deep breath
Surface from our dreams
Our skin is slippery
Like a thread
Unspooled
We spin and dance
Sit on the glass chair
We run the risk
Of losing our skin
Beads of sweat
Gather on our brows
We cannot bear
The sensation of cream
Our flesh is dry
Burnt out
We would like
To dip our toes
In the water
Like surfacing from sleep
Another day
Has been and gone
We try to wake up
Gather our words
Perhaps tomorrow will be better
We cannot be sure
But we will try
One breath at a time
Slowly surfacing
Emerging
Waking up.
