Years pass
I await
the blessed event.
Yearning for
release
time brings me closer.
A year
A month
A day
What is the reckoning?
Scrabbling out of the avalanche
Eking a living
From the vestiges of secular morality
A mountain of rubble
crushing my body
into wreckage
A finger moves
A toe
A snippet of prior freedom
I beg
LET ME BE FREE AGAIN
to exist
Not all at once
I know
not right now, but gradually
The stones and logs fall away
the gravel and dirt hold me still
yet
My hand moves, now
What mistakes can help
awareness of what I failed to achieve
and how I have become a failure?
The magma is ready to explode
The tectonic plate ready to snap
The dark green clouds ready to erupt
Pouring into life once again!
A D R A N 