Rockpools

[Shuba]

I make a call of courage,
looking steel-eyed at the world
through the prism of insomnia

at 3am when another week has caved in around your head
and you run your tongue across your teeth
utterly alone utterly silent
everyone is sleeping
A call of courage is the only call to make
(the alternative is a gnashing hopelessness you already know too well)
so you make a call of courage, and hope it survives till morning

my nights remind me of jagged rockpools
on a grey beach in winter
and my dreams are particles of seawater,
composites of the sincerest confusion you can imagine
I fear they are impenetrable
and my resolve will not survive them.

as morning arrives, my identity settles upon me
like seaweed spread over a rock face
and I'm looking at another day where the food doesn't taste right
and the air feels too compressed around my skull

Its like that sometimes here on earth

And even if I could turn all the years I've wasted upside down and inside out
a call of courage in the middle of the night
is still,
all I could ever hope for

 

[neverfree neverbound]

>"I make a call of courage,"<

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