Discernment (NaPoMo 2, 2022)

golden tendrils of yesteryear’s weary storm
still dangles by the earth’s end
as ivory sorrow mingles with deep aubergine
gushing down
between my bones

I have let it in
for too long now,
I can feel the rattling of demon’s skin
and secret boxes
as the barrier breaks open
in realization

boulders once fierce enough
to drown me
simply… disintegrate

I run free, now
with the wind that carries my veins;
like kite deep in the sea,
I run free…