The pills and powders absent from my life have made this journey arduous at times,
righteous indignation ruling safely in the landscape of the trusted,
billowing curtains lure the tigers of the night, they come, but they go,
the taste of love is the sweetest dream, honey from the hive,
the eventual sting reminding us we are still alive,
when living in the eye of this splendid storm it’s harbour short lived,
casting it’s unsuspecting prey outward with a careless word,
do we cling to what we know, or fly free for ourselves………………….
The struggle between the love of another, and that of ourselves.