Braids

I braid all my stories of

yesterday and today every night

for a sneak peek tomorrow, a dry run

before putting it out there for those who care..

I heard it knock on the door

Saw it  upclose strong resolute

But I gave it the slip, kept the door shut

And took the other road to the open ground.

I heard its rasping whisper in my ears

I plugged them with earbuds and

sang my own song so loud

it drowned the other voice.

I smelt the rot spread from

one to the other in the blink of an eye

And tasted the fallout of desperation

Yet chose my saner solitude instead.

I could sense its clammy palms

cold with sweat outstretched

I clung to my breath coming fast

and counted my blessings one by one.

The yester tales visit me

But I  look out the window where

all the blue green pink and white weave

warm blankets to snuggle in and cozy up.

Today’s not been easy but

I mean to make it  such

Walking loaded slows you down

But I mean to travel light.