You Won’t Mute Me
rough night
stormy day
half awake
booming bang
I grip hope
stepping my frozen jungle
green greed
white December
ziploc bags
and powder
grind now eat later
I stay focused
mutter a prayer
hear gentle
twinkling piano
a ripped dream
sounds better than
screaming
weak feet
still over hurdles
winding track
I’ve got gold hands
and antique binoculars
clean fate
gorgeous progress
when I wipe away the grime
I kiss clarity
my very own sunrise
scars gone
exits undone