trials and spirits

keeping the boiling turmoil controlled
wrapped tightly in an angry ball
in the pit of my inner being it hisses
anxiety seeps
between the knots.

but the rolling mass does not escape
it remains within my grasp
locked inside a nervous embrace
pushed down
until it stops.

in the throes of death it lashes out
against psychological constraints
dwindling, whining as the fire grows cold
one last gasp
to influence my thoughts.

the ghost rises skyward out of sight
my spirit regains it's strength
i can once again control my fate
during the trials
and tribulations
of life.

an apology

blistering heat from the scourged and scoured sun is turning and burning my skin to a radiant dayglow rainbow  of blues purples and reds alm...