Swimming to the surface of turbulent aching
from depths of living, such bottomless sleeping.
Blue black night fades into lightness.
Dawn seeps in through golden window shades
forming shards of colour on magnolia walls
like a sky hung arc, singing with vibration.
Bed lies empty now, still warm
yet holds no ease for a pain wracked one
when movement beckons the chi to rise,
the healing, holding wings of wisdom
to take charge, and live.
Cold, moist floor slams against cracked, dry soles,
soles scrunch up as if pulling heavily away
to escape cruel punitiveness
and voice in head demands warm bed,
Retreating from pain and Life
are not kindly options.
Shards on the wall move;