Matchstick

Through days long and bold

memories born and told

from the frigid cast and cold

gave my spirit form too hold.

From reason and past restraints,

to the "I couldn't's and "You can't's".

For every "No" I've heard,

my feet still travel beyond their words.

In my mind the thrashings,

came fifty spent on the back end,

the blood pooled quick on the lashings,

I mended their deeds within my tasking,

doors agape'd with aghastment

from the chains locked down in my dwellings.

I left my body to the ceiling.

I dreamt far along while clinging.

To the thought of better days,

of a past I never made,

a will, a light, I hold a stone,

cast, forever wanting.

I found myself hum a tune

blocking out abuse lingered through.

No sight nor sound could shake my grounds

from the life I made anew,

with cinders beige and blue.

I am runner, I am Gloom.

I am persistance. I am Muse.

I am the match. I am the fuse.