courage
closing around soft caresses
whispers of wind
and hope and healing
leading down paths
with no exit
just more entrances
owl wings
silent deadly
feathers silken shadows
it is as if I hear voices
that are not
human
and at the same time
are mine
I do not understand
yet should know
I should
in fact
be the creator
I am, however, the mouse
owls and bears and
honestly
there is not one watching
instead I'm perched
atop a losing
jenga game
and I think
of courage
I think of his anger
wondering if illness undeserved
triggered my kill switch
it did more
it installed the kill switch
how do you find hope
inside a trap?
How can you embrace a freedom
from a trap that never was
unwanted
and now I am
released
into the world
broken, able, angry, scared
and moment inside a secret garden
are just that
moments.
Peace
courage
love
loss
fear
grief
these are only words
and words wear only
the armor we link for them
what armor wears these words
and comes out strong?
I don't know
but it will
be
mine.
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