like never before

an open door

and the sun
it shields:
i yield

and still the stairs are bare.

I will not
cannot
am afraid

and caged still
wings clipped

time slipped
casually
out the door.

Feet floored
small ship
moored
i am rotted rope
and frayed edges
braided knot
and fearsome
not
only bound and
endlessly
ebbing
with the flow.

Swelled tide
beside
this one man boat
built for two.

Who is the captain
and who is the
ocean
this motion
is sick
like the frigid sea
within me.

Where are we.
Guide me.
Slip inside me
take my helm
and anchor soon
lest i become one
with the weeds
of tomorrows
sorrow.