feeling trapped is a constant
it comes in sweeping waves that engulf my very world—
i struggle to keep my head above the suffocating surf that is my mind
i try to find solace in the ceasing seas of assailment—
for in that moment my battered soul will know relief

relief, however, is a funny thing*
it comes in deluding dewdrops of temporary bliss—
i admire the enticing beauty that is brought to me if only for the moment
i try to ignore the crystal-clear reflection that is my perennial hesitancy—
for in that moment my composure evaporates beneath the afternoon sun


-hcd