On My Way

Blood thickens over time with exposure, a life spent in frigid night.
Mine is still thin from a childhood of heat, not content in frigid night.

Was I prepared? Perhaps I was naïve, thinking the sun would shine.
It had all my life, but now the light ripped to dark, rent in frigid night.

Fingers froze shoved deep into absent warmth, quick steps echoed.
Breath swirled around numb ears, followed as I went in frigid night.

Time is of the essence, as they say, punctuality is the soul of business.
Picking up the pace, I stumble-stepped downhill, bent in frigid night.

Stillness took over. It was time to wait, but I had no time for patience.
If I jump in place will they stare? Stomping puts a dent in frigid night.

A moment of appreciation for the chauffeurs of public transportation.
I settled into enjoying the comfortable warmth absent in frigid night.

Fog on the glass reminded me I had not escaped forever. How long?
Nearly long enough to forget blackness, to not lament in frigid night.

Too soon comfort whisked away, I stepped out and bowed my head.
Despite my desire for the stars, the wind does not relent in frigid night.

At last, my destination reached, I was free for a while to enjoy the view.
Learn to drive, Ana. Get yourself a car to avoid torment in frigid night.

Sometimes

Sometimes
When the light fades away
Swallowed by a blanket of black
I unhinge my restless mind,
Wade through shallow
Surf hissing whispers
What was and was not.

Now I am disgusted,
Sick of my own shadow,
Harboring hatred,
Weary and dreary.

No more.

For I seek another,
A shrouded identity, masked by madness,
Delirium.
I seek another
Need another
Need
Scintillating
Sizzling
Someone to urge me
To slip out of the pale dusk
And into her arms.

I Look At You

I look at you, and I see

Pain. I see struggles beyond my reckoning.

I see a broken silhouette on the verge

Of despair. I see an opaque spirit praying

That light would be tangible, that the

Atmosphere would be more of a burden,

That reality could be a little more real.

I see a form begging for a soul,

A soul begging for redemption.

I look at you, and I hear

Helplessness in a cracking voice

As the edge gives way to the air,

As a stumble reaches the point of no return.

I see a free-fall with no destination, I see

Rage release, frustrations fizzle, sadness dissipate.

I see freedom from death, freedom from life.

I see the future, I see the past, the present;

I see you, I see me, her, him; I see

Miracles, with miraculous explanations;

I see expectations match reality.

I look at you, and I see

More beauty than I have ever seen before.