the escape is precious.
a diamond.
the seasons believed in it
the trees were on fire.
to break this
would take
a step outward.
with my one grey hand
i completed my phase.
trains are better than planes.
i don't like to be off the ground for
long.
of course,
i had to take him
with me
i was slowed down
then but
i accepted
that
like i would
a broken leg
a sprained
ankle
i even smiled
through his
tantrums
seeing through
to the other side
injecting myself
with a white humor.
(it will get better,
and other stories)
the darkness in him
proposed
"not before
it gets worse."
i can handle it
i'm built to last
while i
take my last breath
dying
to get rid of
this haunt
this
me.