Faultered

I see you there.

So far away. Off in the haze.

One eye looking.

The other too perhaps.

Cletch in my chest.

Welling in my id.

I collapse, interupted

I fold,

faultered.

I want to be there,

with you.

But I am weary.

So tied and shackled.

With my own

two

hands

I twist.

I wrench.

I Drive myself into the ground.

My flesh strangling

my driven heart.

All the while,

I hear your outside

The mumbles of a world,

gone on without me.

It’s muffled whisper

in my ear.

To stand and walk,

To straighten my spine

To flow to free

Lungs clear to open.

To inhale the possibilities

of my chapters

So held and given

By my own

two

hands