October, begin.

and just like that, all of the endings were

drawn to sea, imaginary burdens pulled deep

under the morning tide as it succumbed to

the shoreline, unlimited power sucked against

my boots, with both feet firmly planted, the sun

finally reached me, warming my skin and hair

and what if truth is actually universal, love

synonymous with struggle the grandiose lie, what 

if pain and sacrifice were only fear hunting me 

down, dimming my irises to pale, sharpening

each edge to arm me against my own quiet

nakedness, my own space under a vacant sky

© 10.13.2017 heather brager