comfort is a prison
notes from a sightless place
the woods beyond anmore
getting lost as the sun fades
i choose
to walk deeper. soon i
am darkness and animal eyes.
i am afraid
and ready.
ambivalence to living is not the
same as wanting to die.
it is ok
to fear pain,
to grasp a stick tense and sharp.
to fight.
and it's ok to drop
weapons and be soft.
be prey.
the earth will not speak
with your hand around her throat.
open and wait until,
sightless
you see that comfort
is a prison.
—
anmore, 2023
notes - editing by karen cooper