To venture into     darkness is frightful
but I know that that      is where light is born.

A lone wanderer,      forgotten by time,
I throw myself like      dust into the wind.

A heavy thought is      dropped into the mind.
When it becomes light     it will resurface.

In the stretch of time,      I sow my seeds so
I may leave my life     like light leaves the sun.

I'm disabled and     frozen with anger.
Like ice you've returned     to arrest my rage.

Slit to split slip
knotted strings
attached to every

balloon chocked up
colored chakra covered

balloons Up with Ellie's
babies and belongings in a
cloudless storage space

Unnecessary thus unused
then unreal: the fading of

love as a mother tongue
unspoken for generations
at a time dies out, eventually

the helium depletes or
something pops off

The storm has passed. Its     surrender was swift
as chalk wiped away     from a wet, slate board.

What haunts the hollow     hallway of dark hours
fails again. A friend,     not fear, grips me.

The more I mean it     the more my will melts,
with resolute strength,     square's into circles.

The unwavering     will, awoken by
a thousand threats, is     shook but never thrown.