I am learning -
to step outside
my mind in all of its glorious storm,
my problems and some of that ephemeral, impending danger,
to leave the labels that I have used to defined me behind
with the imminent feeling of isolation.
I seek to stand naked of the cloying psychic scum.
To paint the world with the joy and
the clean fear of living.
I am not my scars
or my misdeeds
or the whirlwinds that cry for reaping.
Life begs to begin anew
each day and
I have learned to say no,
preferring the safety
of dark madness
in the caves of my mind.
And so, for this moment,
I stand bare-chested,
looking to the open road before me.