Surely this life has shattered,
though my heart remains cautiously in tact.
All the grainy gratuity that once mattered
has been blissfully pushed back
and safety has gathered.
LIt up every inch of thick black,
the bubble has exploded
but my window’s wide open.
As are these arms, this mind, that bed…
understanding that there’s salvation
beyond paper and pen
and so much more to be said,
letters unsigned yet sent.
This is not a trap,
but the end my of beginnings.
I am present, a box to wrap
and tiresome sinning
deserves a nightcap.
But I am brand new, the first seasons inning.