Hatched Poem by Kaytee Zephyr

Here is a scale I watch every week, every day
Every hour I’m on – standing tall
Holding back tears that I fear would fall
Forming patterns, gracing cold tiles
There’s only one cure to this blur
Color the eyes red with
Something sharp and delicate

Through this mirror that reflects this fate
Is a figure of a stranger’s hate
In doubt and lost within a winding passage
Trapped in a state of reflection
Not worth looking into

As I circle this same old conversation
We’ve been down this road before
Leaving each other stranded -
We went on our own separate ways
You prayed for nothing more but pain and rain
As I prayed for anything -
Be born again

I’ve locked myself inside once more
Mirrored faced inward
I’m born again, dearer distend
Counting down minutes by ten’s

Here is a scale I watch
Every week, every day
Every hour I’m on – standing tall
No I won’t let it get to me
Each time I walk through those doors
Striking each chord
I’m playing the reborn