Within T’win

road

I had a notion

to go on a journey

through my emotions

—I needed a gurney,

a cast, cane, and crutches—

such was terrain…

fulla fault lines,

and potholes of pain

and so ill-equipped

and lacking credentials,

to swing wrecking ball

I went sorta mental,

scaling the walls

I’d built to dissemble

I….

Q

&

I-

-D

a cy-clonish central.

I ran and I raged

in unlit surroundings,

a battle was waged

subconscious unbounding,

I wept in a storm

and riddled by fear–

I struggled to swim

in Big-Liddell tears.

O, the land was a mine!

(hidden)

explosive!

ephemeral

mem’ry

acidic

corrosive,

a field

in a daze

of

impulse,

and

motive,

I searched for deliverance

discovering then…

the door leading out

was deeper

within.

About Charron's Chatter

I bring to you an arrow, whole, Use it, or break it, But if you choose to take it --Know-- With it also, I will go. © Karen Robiscoe @1992

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