Rebuild

Rebuild this fragile
house of cards, why? The wind seems
to still find the door.

Heartbeat

This pounding beat, that
heartbeat, both strong and soft, shake
from me the doubt, fear.

It chases demons
away, so that only sun
shine and I remain.

Weather

This changing weather.
It leaves me shivering and
searching for shelter.

Untethered

That pressing weight, it
says I'm alive. Without it,
I float, untethered.

Drift II

I drift so fast, so

far, without will; I'll be a

stranger come night fall.