thickets and thorns

inescapable mechanisms

the trodden trails

confined by thickets and thorns

creativity

in templates

in guidelines

realization

lies outside boundaries

harness

there’s a

force

behind life

cyclical, immutable

something always

rises

from another’s

end

cautionary perspective

living

in a bomb shelter

call it a

sanctuary

but that doesn’t mean

you’re not

hiding

another departure

another departure

from a familiar existence

steps in the dark

towards a vulnerable place

somewhere more frightening

but somewhere new

exist to remain

familiar steps

towards another tomorrow

it’s always been safe

inside the house built of matches

light the same lavender candle every night

but the flame’s dance is always new

until whole

the worlds within ourselves

to be explored

or escaped

realized

or rejected

pieces of you

scattered along

these inside places

to be collected until whole

hunger

forever hunting

amongst barren grounds

a craving consciousness,

never satiated

searching for

another dose of dopamine

and spending another night

asleep with the lights on

rinse,

repeat

until you run out of breath