I have witnessed chaos,
and the blood pooled under my skin
Blessedly blinded by my silent fury
Frozen by the cabinet of fears screeching
inert amid the slaughtering of dreams,
Time marched on, over my curled up body.
I didn’t notice the boots thundering down,
but, as I sat up with fresh bruises and saw the walls,
as a prisoner of war I bled thoughts.
The doubting spirits of thousands
watched at a distance, waiting to be a part of this history as I bled-out.
words pooled from my mouth.
some spattered across the dim walls
from repeated wounds to my consent.
the blood cells that heal
those that say, “In the future, I will…
Be fearless in the face of pain,
Remember who I am,
Trust and respect her,
find joy,
or perhaps just calm…”
My Someday was dieing
faster than the cells of my spirit could be renewed.
the safety of stillness waned,
and offered fear that could not release,
its message without a tongue.
It’s sounds without meaning
it took a dacade to stop the bleeding,
and the echo of my enemies’ shouting
when I unfurled and began to stand, defiant
still bellow like gernades.
forcing the false light of death through dark moments,
and dark months.
I still catch those embers from time to time
I use them to light my memory of the possible,
and my path into the future.
SickyBeat 