Smoke Signals

In a desperate search for words

I am given a chance to breathe

It's the calm before the storm

It's my reason for everything

I'm sharpening a pencil on my writers block

To use when the words stop

I'll cut loose the cords that cut into me

To grow some thicker skin and shed insecurity

From outside I hear the echo of those empty words

I'm setting fire to that place I've built for my concerns

I'm not about to act surprised by actions when I'm desperate

If you f**k with a wounded animal you deserve to get bit