Sugar Coated Clouds Poem by Morning Wolfe

The taste of clouds is bittersweet
Catching butterflies on the way down
My feet finally hit the ground
My ankles snap
And reality smacks me in the face.

Soil fills my mouth as my teeth bite the earth.
Shadows circling around me.
Absurd thoughts entertain me.
Licorice is foul.
40 summers seem so very few.

I squint at the sun and struggle to rise.
Passion and desire had poisoned me.
My body is weak with jealousy.
No hand to hold.
I grasp at nothing and fail to stand.

The salt burns my eyes
As tears mix with flesh on my face
Wounds abound I can’t erase
Left for dead.
I lie in my misery and wallow in self loathe.

Somewhere between heaven and hell
Time is suspended - my bones are exposed.
Vultures pick at my mind. Now absent. Now closed.
But there is hope
Though subtle, breath still passes through me.

I begin to feel the tickle of laughter
Brought forth by the scent of rain.
Fighting my way through the pain.
Ants on my skin
I begin to thrive on the possibilities.