Breaking Free

Within a mimosa of gray fog you travel,
the ground before
dashed with broken glass
and razor blades
waiting to slash.
Unable to find forth the glory
the sanity that you beg for
as you are swallowed once more
down this rabbit’s hole of fate
where destined you be
to always retreat.
You wish to find solace
you wish to find comfort
you wish to shake yourself free
of the death and doom
your voice chants.
The voice that soothes and says
how much you fail
how much you don’t matter
until you grab your head
and scream.
Pouring forth the black bile
of fear and anguish,
pain and anger,
that has bloated your mind.
Break free from the chains that are binding
rend from your chest their links
and with great defiance
shriek to the skies
freedom and salvation.
Jay-lyn Doerksen
December 19/17