Ignite

Denied from the start

Indolence came calling and obsession with small things

Hardship and excuses criticizing lies, demeaning mean spirited

Veil of tears denying the inevitable pain that flesh is heir to

We crept in the darkness of slag heaps of bitter consciousness

Barely audible whimpering – shallow, nerve racking expectancy

Bleating hearts pierced with arrows slung by mine

Desolately waiting for an inevitable end to the interminable night

Fight or flight mirroring trembling deifies of the rapture

Leaves us gasping, fainting, and then failing to catch our breath

We gratefully lie down swooning violently waiting for the end of miracles