Everything Breathes

What a fearful little soul I have.
The one my mother created.
The one that feared home
more than it feared strangers.

Longingly,
I dreamed silently
of escaping my cacophonous reality.
The sound of mere footsteps 
Irrationally 
igniting a fire in me.
A blaze of rage I was so lucky to inherit.
Cursed with the awareness that I needed help
and only I can give it.

Countless intermissions 
yet the play never began.
Grasping for the hand 
of hastily made friends.
What am I doing?
When does this end?

But when it's empty,
everything breathes 
even the leaves.
And I'm brought to my knees
begging for a symphony
to calm my nerves.
Waiting for a hug.
I won't know until it does.

Simply glad I won't become,
what I thought I'd be.