Words.

The Step Forward
No ambiguity. Pushing along,
they hold me by the sides.
“Let’s go on,” I say, “I can go on.”
I had waited years
for this to happen.
After such a period of immobility,

the stains on my hands
soak through and through.

I move on now, to verify these marks.
Leaving behind the horrors,
onto more horrors,
I take the step forward first,

(Cloak off, please. Your head, this way.)
my knee the second.

And I tumble into blood
face forward: drowning.

Morning breeze creeps in,
flushes my soul out.
Weights hang, lighter in
the still of pre-dawn,
still unde the cover of darkness.
Running to the West.
Lighter minds, lowered censors,
Memory awakens.

There’s nothing new that can
come to mind,
only from within, we,
the only point source of all
returns.
Crying to hear, no being
released from itself.
The crack of sunlight peers through
a far flung slit,
I am forced towards it.