Release
into
black, mirror pool.
Reflecting,
but sonly so
the thing beneath
stays hidden.
Cover and consider
this shadow
that I am
and I have been.
Anxiously
holding it
to my chest.
Almost begging
the world
to end,
so that I
won’t
have to let
go.
Wrapped around me,
my many-legged
insecurity.
Companion
with so many eyes
and teeth.
Always with one
hand around
my heart,
and fingers
in my brain,
tearing me apart.
Hopeless and derelict.
How does it feel
to be falling
for days?
It must be
insanity.
The grip
of the real world
doesn’t care
if it slips a little,
dropping you
down there.
Need to find release,
but not the same
old poison.
Not the same
old fear.
Breaking the surface,
letting it out
and drowning
my disease
in crystal clarity.
HG – 2022
