I have wandered too long
in the geometry of regret
chasing the silhouettes of saints
beneath a flickering muse

I wept for another dawn
but this time
I am done bleeding
for what refuses to be born.

Self discipline -
the ancient blade -
cut deeper than his name
I screamed as I unhooked my soul
but freedom never comes tame

I stand here
not pure
but whole
Not saved
but wide awake
and unafraid


Where are you?