Broken
Broken, torn, hurt and troubled
minutes come like thorns
gravity a nuisance, time torturous
relief comes only in dreams and fluid
Pushing and pulling waiting for a break
fast feet and quick sniffs ride it out
urges and luminous outbursts displayed
soft tears peek through under pain
a tiny light sheds in the upcoming watch
wait! a sparkle lights up your veins
fire burning deep but safely relaxing
quinching the hatred of father time
pure bliss now it’s magical enough
bringing peace within what existed
nice to know and careful to follow
this gentle breeze is all you needed
–Jason Scarabin for RW