10 December 2024

One Last Hunt

The storm in your chest is a
Caged animal, waiting for 
That one last hunt.

Poised on front foot,
Body weight shifted to rear.
Ready to jump as soon as
You open your gates.

But you're afraid of the 
Turbulence aren't you?
Second guessing your ability to
Bear lightening and thunder?

To protect the flicker of
Light that you haven't lit yet,
You go all lengths to contain 
The storm inside..

And the darkness in your 
Life and winter in your legs.
The animal you are, wanting 
That one final hunt..

But you were afraid of the
Taking chances all your life,
And you wonder how you 
Starved yourself to death.