Every new shame sinking

into fire and hope

for the rising new thoughts

yet untouched by

clouds – to dream again.

 

On repeat, endurance

held the key.

Another hand on breast

unchosen, fired up

silent isolation.

 

A visitor in coincidental

flesh, I was already

bargaining

on a battlefield.

Trading acquiescence

for new dreams.

 

*art: JW Waterhouse