Preface

I am cosmic.
I have no boundaries.
There is no dearth of loops and rings

that bind into a chain.

The chain that ties me down. 

Fixes me firmly to the ground. 

Lest I fly.

I am flawed. 

I waste my wings. I fumble and grabble,

search in vain to find feet.
The wings rust, I stumble. I fall.

I am delirious.
I love red. Trickling,gurgling deep red.
The weak swathe their lesions.
Not me. I flaunt my gashes.

I am strong.
I dare to reach out and beg.
For a shoulder, a hand, a hug.
I rise when they betray.

I am scarred.
My soul is pockmarked with blemishes.
Of wounds I won't forgive or forget.
They rest snugly safe, deep within.

I am me.
Beyond the blur of constricted empathy,
fogged by soot, drenched in spurious hilarity.
I am me.
A wild child, a fighter, a dreamer, a heart.
Take me or leave me. Change I won't.

I will always be me.