and you would miss — me
because without — me, the world
would be so dark ?
But the world is dark, this world has
always been dark to me
and I’ve been
trying to hold,
to make a difference,
to share some light,
the flame i borrowed.
and for the first time
i feel fragile, and i have been
broken, ground down before
i am unsure —what is to come
we are powerless in all of this,
and now we’re here,
staring into the dark
and there’s only my own reflection,
only my own shadow hanging
over me, only the voices reverberating,
on and on back to me,
only the past come looking for me.
this is a hollow world, i don’t recognise
this place.
why can’t i go home?
©fbain2020.
Blueprint of a Storm 