Out of Control

I yearn to grab handfuls of control

and throw them wildly to the winds,

unzipping my jacket of solitude,

escaping my alienation in puffs of smoke,

tearing open my ribcage to let blood flow,

exposing my veined soul for world to see,

awareness oozing freely in the truth.

Dancing fearlessly on pin head of control,

bending and melding with cool breezes,

unshackling handcuffs imposed by others,

uncurling my tongue and letting it wander,

unraveling chaos to escape stark madness,

loosening grip to undo restrictions of past,

casting off blindfolds to see light illuminate.

Splitting foundations of backward progress

into pieces, releasing the womb of mystery,

water seeping through roadblocks to its source.

I can’t force the sun to come out tomorrow

or the black storm clouds to dissipate in life,

won’t bow down to false images of control,

throwing out limits of faulty expectations.