Fear drives me backwards, spinning
childhood tales, plunging into frigid
waters of isolation, desolation; falling
into the unknown; a mission to heal
the ruptures, out of season, past and
present colliding, frozen in time –
I am in need of extraction, need to
believe in flight of eagles – innocence’s
idol – need to initiate possibility; find
a match to melt icy deception – so
much betrayal – my sun is going down;
I stand at the water’s edge, ready to
launch; innocence and ignorance
co-conspirators of my youth; am
fighting an immature battle, out of
sync, hesitant, prefer avoidance to
combativeness, played one too many
addict’s game, felt the brunt of relapse
am powerless, emotionally responsible,
bear the burden of care, unable to release
control, swallowed by childhood’s chasm.
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