silent fractal
*“You have to be better than this,
To be faster than this,
To be wiser than this,
And to be braver than this.”
Inside, I feel I've no clue what to do;
Still searching for a sense, a goal, a defense.
I don't want this, to smile, faking a role to renew
The blues, to chase their views, to polish penance.
Why must I sprout wings, only for them to rust,
To sail seas of screams, only for the world to tilt,
To be told “sink or swim,” with seconds to adjust;
Why must I soar to fall, run to trip, grow to wilt?
Ships of success billowed smoke by the bay,
The tide waited to swallow me, carrying me away.
To put me back on the deck, of a frosted display;
As the sun flared its last, in a green-tinted gleam.
Each restless, breathless, aching night,
I sang, I cried, I survived, and I pushed despite
The echoes of waking dawns, of fleeting seasons;
Wandering in dreams half-drawn, of dim beacons.
That twinkling hope, that silky, golden string,
It bewitches me, puppets me to keep climbing on.
It whispers to me, waywardly: “Seize your spring!
With each inch, victory's at hand—hold on!”*
iron meadow
flat atlas
pearl osprey
terse coral
jagged silo
young chasm
drifting pier