Tell me a story.
Tell me a story of victory
and triumph.

Remind me of possibilities.
Remind me of reasons
to make change.

Convince me again.
Convince me that for a time,
I believed in the stars
and the full blown moon.

Assure me...
Assure me that the universe
hasn’t left.

And that I’m still in it.

I fall back
on uttered words.

In them
I find comfort.
Like a spear
of newly birthed rays,
slipping silently
between complacent
drapes.

The warmth I feel
like love upon my skin -
wholesome and sufficient.

And the day matures
as do the words.

What used to soothe
now burns as hot as
the midday sun.

Draw the curtains.
Your mind isn’t yet ready
and is no match
for smouldering embers.

I tripped.
I fell on uttered words.

Here I am,
engulfed and cocooned
in heavy drapes.