Restless...

i’ve gotten along just fine amongst the sharp thorns and the grey branches.

i’ve slept like a kitten in the mouth of my cave, safe from the wind.

i've struggled to brace the rocks inside, to escape before it all collapses.

i've dug deeper into the earth to find a confidante.

the river carries fallen leaves to the silted spoils in the valley of me.

i dig even deeper, into the black, in search of myself as the one.

i struggle to escape the collapse, as my sanguineous wounds lay agape.

i succumb to sleep on the fringes of home, facing the spirits upon my doorstep.

i'm moored by the poison of the nettles in my skin...

...as i lay here, restless.