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