all the stories in my head
start backdrop a land far away
busy with worthy rapid motion
I plan to make plans
my knee ripped out of old pants
a problem when you don’t pack
before running away
more of my edges are undone
not for lack of needle and thread
keep the fear inside a dark heart
hard to progress and function
on awkward balance
through a game of hopscotch
squares painted: success and rapid decline
a collection of yesterdays
choke held in tired fingers
the force of words replayed
with eyes shut painfully tight
I heard the common phrase misspoken
“a sheep in wolves’ clothing”
this description of my defense
the love that I protect
by pushing away,
forgive me
my reckless solo mission
do not pass me by please