TETHERED

 

Tethered in the Tempest

I’ll confess, raw as split timber:

I’m stumbling through a labyrinth of thorns,

Decades carved into my bones like river scars,

Yet I’m a shipwreck, lost in fog’s chokehold.

Truth bites—I’m a storm unhinged,

My thoughts a kaleidoscope of shattered glass,

Spinning wild under a bruised sky.

I wrestle to anchor my mind’s frayed sails,

But they snap, tangled in the gale’s howl.

Still, my heart pulses fierce, a comet’s blaze in the void,

A first flame searing the endless night.

Linger too long beneath one star,

And the cosmos pins you with a hunter’s arrow.

My life’s a hawk’s shadow,

Slashing across dunes, fleeing the sun’s glare,

Never bound to earth’s heavy pulse.

But with you, I’m a rebel gone soft,

Content to let my boots sink into clay.

After sprinting through ash and ember,

I crave the hush of roots knitting beneath.

For my heart pulses fierce, a comet’s blaze in the void,

A first flame searing the endless night.

So I’ll kneel here, in the silt of this moment,

Waiting for fate to unfurl its crimson wings.

Stillness is a beast, all claws and weight,

Its breath hot, daring me to hold fast.

Love stalks like a panther through the reeds,

No matter how you dodge her moonlit eyes.

She’s a riddle woven in starfire,

Slipping through your iron gates,

And she’ll bind you—she will, with velvet chains.

My heart pulses fierce, a comet’s blaze in the void,

A first flame searing the endless night.