I don’t want my life
to be small,
a mere four walls;
bed and
an off-white ceiling
Need my strength to grow;
reinforce
around my bones
Vine roots
bound tight... unyielding
My head a millstone;
teeters alone
on a blade of grass
The breeze
grants me no mercy
A sword’s blade of steel,
I can feel;
yet it’s no scaffold
Fragile
spine It mocks... cruelly
Thunderclaps in head;
I wish death
Yet I long for life,
free from
sound and light shielding
My taut fire-cheeks split
Dampened wit,
as my brain spit-roasts;
churning...
stomach sickening
To breathe is a chore;
labourered call
Staccato heartbeat,
chest heaves...
weak and wearily
I wish to stand tall,
feel... rainfall
Spread my arms like tree
branches;
deep roots to hold me
So again can be one,
under the sun
To breathe with nature
and flow
with the moon tides... freely
I wish to just be;
untethered
so I may roam free
To drink
in all of life’s divinity
© Debbie Razey 2020 - Violet Moon Poetry.
