Courage…

moonlit strands beneath the sun

Imagery credits: Susan Cipriano (Pixabay) and 21967857 (Pixabay).

Beneath the sun I wove courage—

she dug…

in blackened arms covered red
sluiced through the artifice
of hallucination
set flame to the cheap trick
of locked-box mutilation
embraced exhaustion’s breath
of candle-burnt ends
felt ancient cities topple, high
ceilings in vertigo crumble
walked empty avenues
as pain held tight, my hand
picked petaled scars, its
thorns off my back

…deep in the hurt of dirt piles

— drawn from silk-sewn stitched, moonlit strands.

Thank you for pausing a moment to read. I gift you courage always.
~ DAJC