Melding then melting

the cares away

the boss, the bills, the mess of the day

time machine I’m waiting on your arrival

until then I’ll hide

the headaches aside

with my own alchemy

amalgamation of acceptance

saved for others, but withheld from myself

brutality hand delivered to my psyche

questioning my value

eating my esteem


Dressing for battle against these beasts

a helmet, my armor, tall boots on my feet

girded in covec

I mount my steed

press him in just the right spot

he rumbles to life

twelve hundred horses couldn’t stop us

as we travel the countryside

greens and blues, natures majestic obliterator

capitulated cares

gone with the wind



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