Doubt drizzles down my spine
- death an overcast planet
colliding with my will -
maple leaves hurl, winds
compress spirit, voices
descend and discolor vision.
(Fog clutters the mind)
One hundred and sixty-eight
hours ago, I challenged time,
sabotaging all I had worked for.
I surrendered to September.
Alice named me her wonderland,
befriending and deceiving as I
fell helplessly through the rabbit hole.
(I now despise gravity)
No one can forecast my future,
storms could orbit my self-esteem
without granting refuge.
Life drowns then resuscitates.
I will come out of the hurricane's eye,
though suffering persuades me to
wallow in defeat, I have to keep moving.
