The Next Breath


Looking for an escape hatch,
Hands and knees,
Crawling on the floor,
Smoke above,
Avoiding the fumes of tragedy
Avoiding the fumes of failure
For clean air
Desperate for Oxygen
Aware of the looming disaster
But rejecting the thought
Of this disaster being the distraction that will lead to destruction
I grab for the word,
As my filter
Keeping my heart and lungs
Free from toxins,
Searching for a route to freedom
Locked out while holding the keys to the kingdom
An X marks my spot,
A Cross marks my destination

Spiritual Sunglasses ’12


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