Piercing through the skies
18 April 2025

I cry hard
inconsolable
Memories 
of burnt trees
spin webs across my eyelids
Outer world just skids

I remain
within two states held
A prison
unveils me
On my limbs lie tools that weld
heart and mind’s union

I tread slow
across dreams that beat
arrhythmic
to my feet
drunken dancing to repeat
the despair hollow

Tomorrow
I will resume fight
crouching slight
bearing light
Darkness no longer bears fright
I shine through the night

Spirits high
I walk before Gods
Like infant
they feed me
irreducible hopes stretched
thin before my eye

Paper flies
tracing higher spheres
my mind hears
lullabies
Angel singing fears denies
piercing through the skies

Reading of the poem:

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