Kicking and Screaming
The freedom of
illusion
——
Light slivers to
nothing,
looking back
for comfort,
fearful and knowing,
eyes bending
I’m compelled to move,
yet,
With knowledge and
barriers let down
bare to the world,
cringing,
I step forward
Each movement
A searing lesson
in pain and torment,
suffering in the wear,
but still
endured
A rays first
touch
torching cobwebs
shame spun
the second dusted
mistakes layered
each sashay forward
leaping in time
pealing layers
of camouflage,
in daylight
stripped,
of shadows hold,
deluded
in Illusion
——
In that place
shadow at heel,
consuming all,
he waits,
holding fibrils
of identity,
tethering to life
ready to draw me home,
kicking and screaming
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