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