Flight
after riding so high
atop ocean waves,
fancy free & wandering,
I learned the terror
of near drowning
in icy waters
out of my fragile control
I had to let go
of a life I planned for me,
& understand
that the meaning
of truly living
would forever be
in the habit
of changing
bonds of torment
left me open
to other things
winding more
serpents around me
some came disguised
in love frames
while others
were demons
I fought from within
surrendering
seemed a cop-out option,
a giving up, but I found out
I was more free
when I let it all be
I won’t lie,
I’m still imprisoned,
but this sentence
is met with a still stream,
a heart that accepts
that nothing is ever
as it seems
during times of trial
& fire, I release desire
to exceed limits
& float along
until the sad song
runs its course
with no remorse
or regret for days past
at last
I can see
there is indeed
some meaning
in the throes
of suffering,
a chance
to appreciate
little happy things
in breakdowns
& breakthroughs
I am still me,
I’m surviving,
I’m doing
the best I can do
Thistle Thoughts 