Pursed lips become a smile with just a centimeter of a curve (song)

Pursed lips become a smile with just a centimeter of a curve

Arms wrapped around me, I sway
to the lullaby I hum to myself
Like in a movie or a music video
only to find I'm out of sync

And what comes out is different
from the one in my mind
(when I open my eyes)

The sky becomes ceiling
The rain becomes tears
The line of vision stretch into boundaries
(like lips pursed in a straight line)

I drown the voices outside
while I soar inside,
high and mighty in my sanctuary

(I close my eyes)
Anytime they can come
(and keep them closed)
to pull me away

I stomp my feet to grow roots
I sway like grass blades
to keep them from pulling me out.

They try to pull me out
without them knowing
without me wanting.
But I won't die,

like a flame.


(Written: 26April2017)