Spring awakens sun from slumber
lifting the gauzy grey filter of light.
Now, drenched in full bright beams
forgotten are the blank listless days
that occupied the past season.
Mood rises with the sun
and still hangs high after dark
because the skin retains warmth
well into the cool clear night
removing remnants of a horrible winter.
Aloof, in the wings
Wait for energy
To burst forth
What you’d not
While you watch
Crushed, not as they fall,
but as they climb.
Higher the wall, heavier the heart.
Protection, yes, but weapon too.
For as it shields, it smothers
extinguishing fear and flame.
Still and safe inside
cuts sharper, deeper
than stepping into the conflagration.
Quick distance from throat to shoes.
A wayward heart wanders.
Spikes and peters with every
indication, positive or negative,
of yours in return for mine.
These valleys and throughs extreme, dizzy.
Yet, not jarring enough to shake
a thought~now an obsession~
from a stubborn mind.
Holding fast, it soars
in bright blue potential and
drowns in inky waves of doubt.
Hope and recrimination cycle
like moon and sun. In turn,
lighting and obscuring a path
you’re not even sure you should be on.
Wet round eyes precipitate the change
turns hardened surface porous,
open to all that may fall from above
as a blessing, a hope, glorious.
No grey to tinge new growth.
Just transformed to soil from shell
by the turbulance of slow-rolling storm.
A change longer lasting than thunderhead’s swell.
Call upon the enemy known
To pollute the still well.
So that poisons stir
With every sharpened jibe.
No opponent has breached the walls
Nor vaulted hard defenses
Vast swatches of damage done
By internal mechanisms.
If I were true to myself,
I’d deny you nothing.
Give what could not be taken—
If I were strong enough to speak,
I’d say what weakens my heart.
Spill all hidden within—
even from me.
If you wanted me for your own,
You’d repel all others.
Refrain from mentions of potential—