Meaning refuses to form
out of this chaos that is my own,
Grace has escaped me once again
but the longing for freedom
stems from each inhalation of breath
Guilt knocks on these sealed doors
as a ghostly presence,
seeping through like heavy fog
into this damnation of sorrow
“Do not do this!....do not break the essence of who I am!”
He cries for salvation ----- He bags
and I crumble
spinning into confusion
questioning who I have become
This power given unto me
is drenched in uncertainty
There is a need -to shake out of this skin
that is like a poison spreading
into broken pieces of my being.
...and silently
with the innocence of a child's plea
I ask to be released.
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Submission Name: Reflection
