I don’t know what to do with this knot
lurking within my aortic arch
Full of energy waiting to race throughout my entire body
held back by heart strings
and the back flow from my gut

I couldn’t possibly give anymore
from my negative account
My wounds may not be bleeding anymore
but the gangrene has set in
Sending my body into fever and chills
a toxic pool of flesh eating biotics

The kind that consume from the inside out
my youth, my vibrancy, my life
Slowly being gnawed on
evident by my dark droopy eyes
fatigued muscles
labored breathes
and diseased heart

I allowed myself an open field
Committed to a stead fast stance
Watching the distant willow dance a waltz
to the graces of nature
Taking in the fresh breeze
the scent of lilies

Closing my eyes to take in the ambience
Lying my head back the way a new baby does
while held to his mother’s chest
staring into her eyes
Protected within her hands

And completely
Utterly
Vulnerable