Set Sail

My Therapist had to leave me ... back to the beginning

My fragile arteries

And veins that spread like cracks in cool cement

Heartstrings like harps

Played by callous fingers

Though the song is beautiful

The strings are snapping

Crackling 

And popping

Breaking at the seams

With every word she speaks

Every finger that grazes a tune

How the angelic sound of trust began to silence

In only a slight moment

Her words too sharp

Slicing through my instrumental being

A soul of two

Me and myself

Merging in the iron of fire that you built

With your soft words

And strong stance

The brand of you

Dipped slow

Burning right through me

How the summers sun burns hot

Though the wind plays tricks

A coyote 

Running wild in the green grass

Alive

In a moment of weakness

I allowed you to dance for me

With feathers of orange

And beads of green

A howl to your promise

Of bettering together

The dance of the silent

Beneath the cold moon

Blue and still

How I watched

How I worshiped

Native to myself

Though parts of me burned

Down to black soil

By trespassers

Outsiders 

Set fire to my freedom

Lit intimacy ablaze

Watching it burn

Savages

Though you told me water

And words

Could sprout a strand

Or perhaps a field

But

We never made it to the well

Yet I cannot blame you

Inherently I blame myself

For losing sight of you

For continuing to burn

You must sail to different seas

Mine far too deep

A harsh terrain

Undiscoverable

I will wave you off

Blow feverishly into the wind

Set you due North

Into the night of dark souls

Stars stay hidden

Watching you fade into black

Setting myself on fire

Just to catch a final glimpse

Of You

Reviews

[Richard Knox]

Wonderful imagery describing what is, obviously, a traumatic and distressing situation for you. Hopefully writing about it helps you get through it.