Breach 18-073Z

Clutter clutter in the mind

Surfaces when rest my head

Lay awake looking up

In the darkness body speaks

Great beasts breaches

Spouting memories

Expel tension with each breath

Beast is beached upon the shore

Seducing stories tell myself

Once brought comfort

They are no longer true

Let them go

I'm not that person anymore

Inhale deeply to my gut

Breath in new interpretation

Healing in the present of the past

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (18-073Z)