Fiend

I was free ~

smothered under the

angry weight of

blue sky perceptions,

muted, snagging at seams

cracking me open with them

shaking my confidence

with the shaking summer leaves of

the muggy may evening

heaviness sliding over parched backyards

over a famished soul

clicking into place ~

I sink willingly into denial.

Why should I attempt emancipation when unaware of being enslaved?

Problems shoved aside

shunned

gilded in pink peony skies

and stingy snowstorms

Peace lies

squeezing my shoulders as I sit cross-legged by frozen rivers,

double-crossed as it slithers away,

my hands too cold to catch it quick enough

Till I stand there, breaking.

And I am no hero.