Only

I woke up today to the earth flat,

And the spark at the edge of my fingertips silent.

Seems I can no longer touch the sky, only the weight of its expectation.

No longer can I taste the thrill of what’s to come, only the dread of tomorrow. 

No longer can I hear the whispers on the wind, only the faraway chirps of its birds. 

No longer can I feel the shade of the tree canopy, only the hot pavement at my feet. 

No longer can I see myself looking back at me, but somehow the girl I was at seventeen.