xmas up north is cold
heat from my stomach rises
pounding beats echo
door slams shut
falling
i question it all
the bloody long battle commences
dark lines of thought are never ending
conflicting
spilling onto the light pages
infinite tangle
i sharpen my tools and practice
anxious forms of insecurity become a dance
repetitive ritual brings peace

accepting the darkness my night sky turns blue

 

Surrender
Self initiated project

LSVP June 16