Army Boots
Warm beams through cool branches
absorbed by a red checked picnic blanket
You fresh from a shower
your summer dress cotton and optimistic
thick clouds castle on the horizon
Fully you today
propagating warmth and humor
being, you see me clearly
embers ablaze
Your perception moves into me
I too am the rapture you are beaming
it makes me expand
safe enough to stretch at an increasing rate
Into the miraculous world
I taste it, without thought
If I knew I would only live on that day
I would have grappled for every breathe
battled for every drop
but instead I was destined to
chase it like a dragon
throughout the cosmos
fixing, flailing,and
inevitably failing
unconscious to the tale
No day satisfies
depression weighs my soggy spirit
others remind me of what I missed
Your frivolous obliteration
of the life that laid before me
You had no right to hold me up to the world
hands tied, defenselessly naked
to be pummeled degraded and used
until the end of my unfinished days
I am not redemption’s son
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