Wound
by HFagelman ~ February 23rd, 2012. Filed under: Poetry.
If life has been for me a spring
Wound round and round
Every good deed anchoring me to here and now
Every laugh and smile another turn
Every brave act
Right decision
Proud moment
Decent outcome
Every held hand
Closed eye kiss
Sense of accomplishment
If it has all served to wind me here
Tighter and tighter
Each strand pushing against the last
A cocoon of bliss that bubbles against the
Ghastly miasma of outer world
Then this moment of unraveling seems poised
A pit of defeat just ahead of my well placed feet
A precipice with no guard rail
No signage and
No bottom
Here I go over the edge
Balloons popping
Wings burning
Stomach churning as my descent begins
I love my wife
My children
My friends
My family
Yet my screams they must not hear
My fear they must not taste
Stoic and strong
I drop and the walls become visual taffy
Rushing past my airborne self
All that prep
All that fantastic drive
Lost in an instant
Taken and burned
Left floating above the spectacle
Like so much ash
I can only fall into my loved ones and
Pray they do not break
Harry Fagel 2009