subtle, unbreakable

unfocused, unfazed

all dark but the light of my gaze

observing the change

as it unfurls: all this rage.

the tips of the fern bending back and back

subtle, unbreakable

‘til it’s ready to crack.

dust to powder to air in my fingers

breathe in to smell but none of it lingers

ashes float up in the back of my mind

haunted by a ghost made up of your light.

I’m standing here, the world is in pieces

I pick the paper up and smooth out its creases:

a poem from the past, preserved by time

the feelings are lost, all that’s left is the rhyme.

the rage bubbles up, I might overflow

my only choice now

is letting it go.