Fissures...

Tremors shake the surface from below/as the cracks above begin to show/legs getting wobbly ready to fold/as in they bend then out they bow/out of my control, this wearing on my soul/embers fly as i sit in front of the orange glow/warm to the touch while inside i feel so cold/not from fear of the unknown/but the void that haunts me like their ghosts/still this is the path that's been chose/the light inside I've shone while the darkness remains untold/more than words just to post/to my heart i hold them close/memories in time that are froze/stored safely away from the reach of those/who too much away from me already stole/from manic to depressed a drastic shift in the poles/like walking on burning coals/disassociate the pain for the next burden the new day bestows/never mean to impose/still different strokes for different folks so aside from all the jokes/beauty in the pain I'll find remaining high in my hopes/that when backs are against the ropes/a spirit of strength this word invokes/encouraging each to assume their roles/before trumpets are trumped, seals are unsealed, and emptied are the bowls...