Manic dancer

Just another manic dancer,

waking from your fevered hell;

Collapsed by waste

and sheer exhaustion,

tangled in your painted veil.

Weighted by your fears and phantoms-

a dingy caught without its sails,

far from shore u drift forgotten-

sinking swiftly,

Rusty Nail.

Many hands have reached to find you

(bromides bleed as if on cue)

Sage advice brings vagrant answers,

empty words 

and senseless screams.

Though your wounds remain your prison-

they alone can set you free.

***dedicated to my brother Tim whom I love so much and who has a long, difficult road to travel-but, with Goddess grace and our help,  he’ll be on his feet again soon..🙏🏼👸🏼👼🏼

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Author: moonmaenad

Unskilled Navigator of this ocean we call life..somebody throw me a lifejacket STAT…or a clever and friendly dolphin

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