Stuck
twists of yearn
trying to find a moment
away from the way I feel caught in
turns that have brought me to here
Aware
yet of denial
that a remedy exists
much closer than the mind will allow
to break free
Dark
clutter of cave can overwhelm
but there is solution
a bubbling form of
better retreat
Up
with arms, hands
reach for the sky
will pull me out to instead
look out look over this world
Motion
fibers of soul and on my shirt
begin their sizzle the wheels begin
to turn, raise the gates in smile
movement now lights the parade – of new
skipping stones 