Kiss the clouds and sing me a love song
Where happily ever after is possible and true.
Seasons have clambered and scrambled across
The rolling plains of my life and
The marathon towards death still careens at a quickening pace.
Mountains familiar and conquered stare me down to an ant’s height
And creepy crawlies march and stalk my terrified tread.
On the battered path in holey sneakers,
My trailing scarf drags in the crud of the forest’s squishy and soaked floor
And the dire question is to leave it behind with the past
or relax in the trappings of doubts and failures and fears.
The story of love is a foreign caress upon my ears but
my heart is too accustomed to the evil brushes of that death and
the surest and safest road is to roam and rage against hateful melodies.
The battle between my nervous system and my bloodiest organ
sizzles and pumps artillery against each other to save my hopes, goals, dreams, and life.
Shut me down and leave me to the scavengers—