Pick Your Poison


Touch my inner child
And walk into my home
Time freezes
Encased in ice
No greater completion
Could climb the stairs
'It's all right'
Explodes in space
And lights the day
That drank my burdens
Recognize the sounds of fear
my little equestrian tragedy,
for my mended heart
is still in flight.
It leaps towards you even
as it resists your grasp,
elusive and tormented
desire to gravitate
that I once had damned.
One cannot ever avoid
an angry omnipotence,
so I stand in its warpath
with arms extended
and feet planted firmly,
dreaming and awake
with a grin plastered on
my hopeful face.