Slow Burn

When I get far

From myself 

And feed the struggle 

 distancing my mind 

from raw reality, 

There you will find me 

on the wild heather hills  

Running  in the clouds 

And down my lived in scares 

That fault along  damage lines 

Toward my heart.

 Stored in the muscle  

Where hides  the original fracture 

The slow burn fuse 

That drives me on  

But I would rather be free 

To fly endlessly in the stars 

Away from The overwhelming

  too much to bare,

 in the deeper 

 under current 

Of my being 

To find  the hand

 that reaches out 

Across the dark 

To  pull me back to the world