for some years,
i have felt
ensnared
in the sour net
of death
sometimes
i struggled to escape
to no
avail
i like to imagine
that i can
evaporate
through the web––
to become
a waving sunbeam
a conscious cloud
or a twilight
star
& one day, maybe,
i will
for now,
my breathing bones
are
surrounded by loving skillful
hands that keep me
well––
by loving hearts
who pray for my soul
to stay living &
earthly
without these blessings
of hope & caring
i am
no more than
a fading
dream