Winter Break
The storm rages and ridicules my mortality
Set on course, target locked, missiles loaded, trigger cocked
Its steamy soul fights to escape, to have its head
Crumbling walls, rusted iron and a corroded will are all that stand in its way
Step up or stand down … lie down … roll over … give up
But like a dog to its vomit, a fool’s nature compels, consumed by the fight
Walk it out
Walk it out
Walk it out
Tiredness is irrelevant
Walk it out
Walk
Walk it out
Coarse grit wears away hard-earned calluses
Blisters are birthed, bubbled, and broken upon new, baby-soft skin
Rhythmic assault of white noise batters and subdues the chaos into silent oblivion
Icy water, a starving leech, drains the tortuous heat
Ambivalence, cynicism, mediocracy bleed away
Open expanse and an endless horizon erode the seals
Facade scaffolding, remnant protection, and decaying fortresses, breached
The storm is free; restraints–a battered husk caught, tossed, tussled, spun, and lost to the void¬–gone
Its target thread-bare; weft and warp frayed transparency
Invisible. Intangible. Insubstantial. Inconsequential
Walk it out
Walk it out
Walk it out
Defiance is irrelevant
Walk it out
Walk
Walk it out
Scoured, scored battered, beaten pounded, pummelled … purified
Rest demands its dues, brooks no defence, and gives no quarter
Until hunger stirs and addiction usurps
A tousling breeze tickles and teases the binding and creases the spine
Reams of pristine, virgin pages pregnant with potential and a vixen’s promise–
The siren song; a new leaf, a clean slate, a fresh start
Breathe it in
Breathe it in
Breathe it in
The reboot is complete
Breathe it in
Breathe
Breathe it in
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