the first simple step is to awaken
aghast and see the world’s projection
stage and stay
alert eyes wide
then that deep dive into inner silence
focus on shining light in darkness
rot-smell cold-slime quivering pieces
the ones who urge
finality at three a.m.
unrecognized pale night-creatures locked
away until a friend’s casual comment
she’s no longer
suicidal you see
you’re not alone blindly casting for rungs
you thought you could climb out without
the world will accept, but you ricochet back
forced to claim the horror features silently
running black and white
fueling your discontent
the most precious part of your being desperate
to be integrated to finally know what it’s
like to be you.
Inspired by #OctPoWriMo Day 14, If I Were Me, in a shape poem (a ladder is much more difficult that I thought, but, hey, it’s my first shape poem. Also, just viewed this on my phone and there is no shape at all, it looks like a mess, which is also appropriate) and Vibrant, Shelter, Feature, Ricochet.