
A winter’s age spent
In avid agonizing atrophy
Now I dust off
The sagging coat
Hanging from my
Meager frame
Cast a drooping arm
O’er the crutch I keep
To aid my journey to the top
Still, I stumble opening the door
༄↟𖠰𓀗
Light stings dilated eyes
Good arm thrown up
A poorly executed defense
Nearly collapsing in retreat
I clutch at the darkened vestiges
Of a life, long-lost
Trying and failing to
Blanket myself in the
Cold comfort of oblivion
˗ˏˋ ҉ ˎˊ˗
I must rise, press forward,
Following the perpetually paved path
A chore to walk
Though nothing impedes
The avenue or my line of view
I must trudge on
Despite fatigue and misery
Until a minor fissure
Causes dragging feet to
Stumble momentarily
𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ 🏞 𓂃 𓈒𓏸
It seems again I can not
Continue upright
Lightning pains jolt
Skin and bone
Tears pour from eyes
Red-rimmed and tired
Dam busted
Soaking parched skin
Crystal trails, dried remains
Briney rivers now
Crusting and flaking away
Replaced with sparks that
Dance and play
⛆.𖢻 ݁ ˖
I try to break and run
Only limping away in fear
Unaccustomed
To the feeling of warmth
Until I catch
Blazing
Fueled with oxygen
Scalded through and through
An unbearable heat on my extremities
Until the fire builds
Igniting my heart
Exploding in my chest
Transformative passion incinerates
Fear ashing in place like a cigarette
⊹₊🔥⋆。°✩
A thirsty wick I draw
Inspiration from the ground
With each emboldened step
every blasting breath
Once sallow, skeletal, scarified flesh
Fills out glowing and immaculate
˗ˏˋ❤️🔥ˎˊ˗
I consummate a new future
Strength grows black and red
Crowned with a fertile
Sprouting dahlia patch
I forge ahead
A flaming beacon of rejuvenation
Dedication to forward motion
No dousing rain could
Smother or quench my spree
I blaze my way, a streak of
Orange light
Doggedly stay the course
Completion, my obsessive fight
Blinders of eddying smoke
ᯅ⋆ᨒᯅ
Discarding the
Worthless charred remains of
That puny support I no longer need
Face encrusted with pearly beads
Apex finally discovered
Off like a flaming shot with perfect aim
Ignited like the Olympic flame
The target-- struck
My whipping flag-- stuck
Marking the peak
☼𓂃ᨒ 🏳
Only one choice remains
To collapse, rolling violently
A fleshy, mangled, flaming heap
Or slowly meander down
A torch with purpose, illuminating
Enjoying the view
In a way I was unable
On my frantic, flaming ascent
K.B. Silver
About the Creator
K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.

Comments (1)
A great tale of struggle and success, perfect for the challenge. Love that image too