*

& 

walking among bruises of past screens,

dared not talk about any feelings denying,

continuous hide-and-seek,

future resembled fields of shattered dreams,

but how the horizon still gleamed,

outlined of surreal preen;

though - upon mine fingertips... it wouldn't quite reach,

unto heart caved & traversed across what made eyes seep,

'till finally,

assembled above monstrously mazed peaks,

looking beyond all the horridness buried;

quietly piercing together what mine saught to glean,

transforming elusions into air cleaned,

yet... perfectly aware soul shall carry lessons seen;

honorably accept... none forms of demean,

may never extract the glorious of me.