Scissors

I cut the air because something is there

I cut the air even though I can’t see it

I cut the air because I can feel it

I cut the air because something lingers while I sleep

I cut the air to make sure nothing is around me

I cut the air so nothing will touch me

I cut the air so I can breathe

I cut the air so I can sleep

I cut the air to get it off of me

I cut the air to ease my distracted mind

I cut the air because my mind is not my own

I cut the air not knowing what is to come

I cut the air because I am surrounded

I cut the air with my last bit of hope

I cut the air because something is there