WINTERS REST

Suppressed and restrained by winter lust sage.

An inclusion so tight, the purity espaces from its vascular cage.

As souls once molded from one, our evolution breaks bond; now gorged and displaced.

A universal pull blurs the lines, their fingertips swipe across my face.

I close my eyes to jettison my fears. A removal from this ridged bleak.

I encapsulate myself with blindness, yet I still see beyond the stained and oblique.

I shift within their hands, their strength anchored from beneath their knees.

As I open my eyes, a vision of sanctuary lies await, crafted and passed down from grandfather trees.

I reach out, grasping only the void in absence born by breeze.

My body now tight, feet slipping…..

Stop!

As the world halts; silence.

Only the ringing in ones’ ear of the world screaming.

I stretch and push, their limbs interrupting and greeting.

Clenching my jaw, teeth grinding and breaching.

Their fiberous hide now cutting and digging.

I squint my eyes, tears stabbing while streaming.

I dive into my sancturary.

Now broken, now bleeding.

All quiet; all calm; peaceful.

I rest entrusted by my sanctuary. I close my eyes to jettison my fears.

Dormant I lay, while the sage fingertips creep near.

 

Nicholas Nicola

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