the light plays tricks through
the bars and glass and toxic air
28 stories above the ground
or is it my mind’s trickery?
up in the sky and up in my head
stuck with the stories within
the fears and doubts, that stubborn resistance
swirl and swallow me whole
but he can see through it all
he cracks the glass and snaps all the traps
I’ve set around myself as he peers straight into me
and in that moment it all makes sense in the unraveling
that the fits of rage
and powerlessness
and the pricks of pain from the release he triggers
are the tectonic shifts inside
the growth
and freedom
I’ve been looking for out there
is in here
asking me to let go
to find solid ground again