Fingers, tremble
In your craze-driven dance.
Tendons, tighten
In your maddening trance.
Bones, quake,
With your brittle fear.
Muscles, pulse,
Let your breaking points draw near.
Vessels, burst,
Pressure too great.
Joints, seize,
Disconnect from fate.
Lungs, collapse,
Breaths shallow and stale.
Skin, strain,
And stretch until pale.

Every day,
For a month,
I have tried to write,
From my heart,
Through my hands,
Onto paper made from light,
Though I found,
It hard at times,
I think it's gone alright,
And I hope,
You have enjoyed,
Joining my mind's flight,
Your words for mine
Have kept me smiling,
And helped keep my heart bright,
So thank you all,
And I hope you'll stay,
To see tomorrow's flame ignite.

The most broken people
always have the most beautiful smiles