Dec
2
you can’t stare
at the sun
the sun stares back
a glare that will linger
sets a fire at the back of your eyes
just like your flammable spirit
i tried to steer away from
but ended up crashing
like a fly, like a moth
attracted to damp abandoned railway stations
a single light to attract a path
I got away but
my wings were clipped
my legs were broke
but there is no regret
no wrenching feeling of
wondering
no swirling, no great tornado
brewing quietly in my pits
no disturbance, no thunder storm
in fact I welcome the pain
the pain means it’s real
means life is happening
and pain is good
it is the pulse in my head
the breath in my lungs
a signal from my heart to my head
telling me I’m alive and
it really happened.
it really happened.
