Nebula

Dense fog emotions swirl rising falling wisps

Withheld long swelled strong jail-broken now adrift

Raging fear weary tears stumble tumble twist

Path obscure world ablur lost within the mist

I wander through the pall that will not lift

and wring the haze to fill my bittered cup

with all the broken things I cannot fix

and all the endless ways I’m not enough.

Uncuff my heart and call the devil’s bluff.

Redig the well that once sustained. Put shame

in dialogue with truth, and gather up

my shattered dreams to give them place and name.

Reshape the fog as nebula, as hope

unfurls the soul of wanderer made host.