Alone

A bitter medicine for any

One that has become rather sharp

Between my rib bones

After tasting not-alone

It wasn’t intoxicating

Just right

Grounding

Clarifying

Relieving

One sip made the world stand up straight

For the first time ever

“This was the dream I didn’t dare make conscious.

This is what I was born for.”

Over as quickly as it began…

But I can’t forget the taste

And now

Every moment of exile is laced with a pain

I was once numb to

A knowing that really,

It doesn’t have to be this way.

But so it is.

I tie up the loose ends

Bandage the wound

Move along down the road

It doesn’t matter

I won’t let it

Still the hemorrhage won’t stop

Bleeding from my very consciousness

Too tired to be angry

To ask why

I hunt for something strong enough to stop the bleed out

I must complete this

This road I set out to travel

So how?

Is this red salt trail

My legacy?

How can I hold others up,

With legs so weak and empty?

How offer hope through bloodshot eyes

And parched lips?

Answers evade my steady bleed into the night

Silence wraps her warm arms round

As I await

The rising