Be brave, clench fists

Blue sky, thirteen years old and
I remember
cold hands that forgot how to hold.
I remember
the heavy languor of pallid limbs and
I remember
death.

Something cut me loose,
untethered me.
I am no longer normal.
Branches of pain spread
their scaffold over me,
but I am just a fallen leaf,
a broken twig,
snapped.

Every day is just a
stumble,
just a navigation
of the potholes left in your wake.
Not so sure-footed on
the winding road but
led by blinding lights.

Nothing will ever be

the same again,

but right down in
the dark depths,
right down in the
muddy hollow,
tentative tendrils clutch
for light.

And so
I emerge from the storm,
a fresh shoot.

Delicate at first but
stronger by the day.

Submersion

Everything is different
When I’m under;
Just a dim gaze looking
up through the murk.

Stop the fade;
The clatter of
Voices in my head
Is waking up.

Tracing the streets,
Untouched by timid yellow;
Wan gleam of
Fallen leaves and taxi-tops.

Wilted fingers clutch
For colour,
But the slow wither
Leaves me just a husk.

My brittle lining
Shivers for the slash;
Marbled veins will
Run with red.

So far from the surface;
Oh my brother,
I, am lost
Underneath.

The Blacksmith

Forge
Of smouldering stars;
A corporal collision
Leaking sparks.

Clash
Of two bodies in the fire;
A blistering touch
Melting moments.

Writhe
Of leaden limbs in the dark;
A limpid varnish
Smearing skins.

But scraping spines,
Flake a
Rust-rimmed
Rain of red

And we dissolve
Into ashen frames,
Coaled now,
Just dust.

The bruised sky
Cries for our fossils,
Trying to
Rem
Ember.

Tide Together

Under the surface,
They flounder
In the murk,
Pulled down through
Dark lapping,
Lost in the churn.

But a sudden
Upward thrust
Breaks the mirror;
Gasping, a
Bright emergence into
Damp confusion.

Now, clinging to
Each other,
Limpet-fingered,
It breaks over them, but
They do not
Slip underneath.

Battered,
Yet buoyant,
The cold swirl
Cannot touch
Them now.