First Piece Of NEW Writing...in almost 6 years

nothing special, nothing long and thoughtful and definitely not my finest, but i was writing over the weekend, and came up with this: i didn't know how to finish it, i don't have a title for it and i 'm not sure what to make of it. but it's a little poem i wrote. enjoy it.

It’s heavy, when the darkness falls and light as a feather when redemption calls

It’s force fed sympathy and reaches a brim, but sinks with solitude when asked to swim

It’s weak in the knees, a feeling so trite, but gathers it’s strength when its told to fight

It’s bruises are blue and swelling is black, it’s lost in translation there’s no coming back

It follows the shadows that conquers your fears, it softens it’s touch to dry your tears

It lay inert it often plays dead, but defenses are down and theres trouble ahead

The throbbing of guilt, the panic arises, the salt in the wounds like spoiled surprises.

The scent of relief is almost as crude, as the feelings of freedom begin to seclude