as my heart
feels me.
Don't know how to
Lift these eyes
These dreams.
Floundering through
the halls of destiny,
Wasting time battling
this imaginary
ghost,
That haunts my memory
and robs me blind.
Steals away the
Precious present
Drags me back into
a Morass of destruction.
Where creative freedom
awaits me.
Let the mind catch light
Find its breath of wind
To fan the flames of
life right now
On purpose, here
Painful, dirty, but real.
Mary K. Feb 2015
