trying to become
when the challenge is
not to become
a thing again
fighting within the walls
of a carefully guarded self
trapped within the battle lines
of a war won and lost
this road seems familiar
I’ve walked its rutted trail
my feet they know the path
as if by name
but distance seems to flex
like the hands of a clock spin
and the future stretches out
beyond the scope of my sight
seeing signs along the road
places to pause and rest
forks that will change that path
and lead me astray
those are the paths I know
the ones I’ve walked before
but focus and centered sight
must light my way
darkness falls and skies of grey
the rainclouds and thunderous boom
I’m quite sure no one has melted
in the falling rain
so onward and forward
one foot, then the next
passing roadblocks and signposts
the scenery will change
