Inside (I so hate coming up with titles)
I am encircled and the walls are pressing in
tighterandtighterandtighter
I tuck my arms in, cross them over my heart
Wrists together, fingers clutched
Bow my head, the unsought benediction upon me now.
Images of my beloved, my dream, my grail
Regard me impassively
So near,
So far to go.
The questions:
It's brave to seek again?
To tilt at another: courage?
My eyes are open to it all.
And I feel yours on me
Waiting.
Then, pulling me inexorably back to the just-fled room.
My eyes are open to it all.
And, I push myself again to seek
A more expansive space
Blue in the storm gray sky.
I am encircled and the walls are pressing in.
But I am still I.
Scarred.
Shaken.
Unbroken.
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