Running towards the light.

This is a collaboration with the lovely poet
Me the photographer.

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thorns in my side prickle,
unsettling like the truth to a chronic liar.
sweat on my hands is drying and melting
from skin that has lived forever in the dark.
oh, to spread my arms like a dove,
fly back to the darkness from whence i came.
I’m uncomfortable, unstable, unrelentingly
(alone)

tempting. torturous, i keep walking.
collecting mud like one collects scars over the eons.
stepping, stepping, falling, silence,
powerless yet omnipotent as i stroll in this
strange
mad
world.
like a dog in a one-man fetch game,
a light bulb missing its socket,
cold, naked,
(alone)

the void behind me scabs over,
crackling and consuming.
i run. run. run from the darkness,
sprint from my past, leap over razor shale
and the fossils of beasts who didn’t quite know how to survive
between these bitter bars of gnarled branches.
i fly over broken bones, smash against the walls of this
self-imposed cage.

desperate fingers find the keyhole, exposing
white hot dreams burning like fresh-born stars,
bright in a sky stitched just for me.

i embrace that world as it swells around me,
spreading feathered fingers to brush the edges of my potential.
these rocks and shadowed arbors shrivel behind me,
bleach pale at the sight of raw happiness.
i careen and dive around myself,
joyous in the knowledge that i’ll
never
be
(alone)