Crawl Out of Dreams
By Allie Marie
We crawl out of our dreams
with bruised hands and knees.
We’re questioned if we want more.
We ache as we struggle across an old floor.
We’ve realized we’re built for half hearted apologies
and we don’t even want to care about that anymore.
I’m sorry. I’m not sorry.
We fly. We crawl.
It could be worse. It could be better.
I don’t want to say any more.