IN THIS SPACE

I've been eating my soul, as of late Devouring morsels of scarred flesh Trying to find an end to constant unease A place where my head could rest There's an angst the lingers over My big sturdy bed Looping around billowing waves Covering my staved off dread But I have conquered all my fears I have won the freaking war Why am I still in sallow bone Trying to run from threat of the moor I'm here...in the exact same space I was in 17 years back...my back...my aching back I hear no thoughts of lack, despair, voices Telling me to crack ....open the bottle There's silence, that deafening silence I shivered under the weight of it's magnitude The sheer volume broke barriers set by trauma That had driven the sharp latitude ....cutting asunder spirit and soul But today, in this space, I am at REST. Written by Trudy Schrader on 09-10-2024