Onward and Upward
Forward motion keeps me standing
My mind
Has become
A Shining fortress
Keeping me sheltered
From the storm
𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔
I shall not
Shake or quaver
Even as
I gaze in horror
Beholding others
Stumble, fallen
Mindlessly battling
The bitter cold
𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔
I know my past
Shan’t overtake me
I run straight forward
On a line of beaten gold
𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔
My primary occupation
To keep ahead of
My own ghostly
Echoing effervescent moans
Still grasping at my
Fugitive free flying soul
𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔
No matter the speed
With which I flee
The height I climb
Ladders and trees
Talons of
Doubt and manipulation
Grapple with the rungs
𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔
Slashing
With overwhelming force
Tearing down
The wooden support
Below my high-stepping heels
The fate of my past
Continues on its rampaging path
Yet I never lose ground
Gaining altitude, lifting off
Double jumping
Victorious
As it plunges back
Down to the hazy land
K.B. Silver
About the Creator
K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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