is there a way to look beyond

the wall where my questions

lay oblivious to my choices

~

until they are made.

~

the quicksand

sucks

whether I stand

or strut.

~

the birds mock me

with the song of their wings.

~

i drink the murky water,

throw up,

clench my fist

to punch the wall.

~

but there is no way over

so i sink and

i sink

to go under

but

~

the questions reach out

to help – and

throw me a rope –

~

but it’s a noose

and they have

my neck.

~

It is my turn

to

mock the birds

now.

 

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