Do i dare
emerge from -shadows,
drink deep
from the well?
Wind clappin’
slappin’ my face
You offer -me
am i real?
a figment
of our imagination?
Wind clappin’
slappin’ my face
Drink deep -crimson
less the world
worn and heavy
rape your soul.
Wind clappin’
slappin’ my face
Save yourself.
Poetry doubt dreamscapes grief listening well sacrifice suffering this writing life trust who am I
Wow! Such imagery