Suffocating and gasping;
what is real and what is perceived
a line that blurs and blends
fluctuating upon the winds
this painting couldn’t be more real
it’s the mirror into which I gaze.
Rushing towards each ledge
a turning point
uncertain of the foothold
hesitant and frozen in place,
waiting for reality to catch up
making sense of place and time,
guilt and innocence.
The beast, it leads the way,
forging paths leading nowhere.
While I cling to the cliff
digging in with bloody finger tips
waiting with just enough courage to push the beast from the ledge.