Haunted Corners

There’s a place, at the intersection
of breakdowns and choices ahead,
where I have ownership, but avoid.
Courage resides there, and other
parts of self unnamed – I haunt
the place by night, intrigued by
the camaraderie, lack the guts
to venture into the unknown –
decidedly a criminal element;
need a sense of adventure to aid
escape, squeeze me past seedy,
neglected, cracked pane spaces;
lack wheels, coordinates confused –
am located who knows where –
war for independence my identifier.
In daylight, I am redeemed, visited
by semblances of normalcy, sweet
offerings of obligation, distraction;
revel in youth’s exuberance, pretend
that gifts of kindness sustain me,
ignore the relentlessness of corners.


VJKnutson

Writer, former educator impassioned by word play, questing to make sense of the great mystery that is life. Currently navigating life through chronic illness, and a minimalist lifestyle.

2 Comments

Jazz Jaeschke · March 14, 2018 at 9:32 am

Powerful!

VJ Knutson · March 14, 2018 at 8:57 pm

Thank Jazz!

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