Poetry From A Broken Mantle by Bradley Hornsby
Faith sent on a melting block of assurance
fights off the sea of doubt,
crashing waves at each way as potential doom leers.
Lost amongst the emptiness,
suffocated by the thick air of nothing.
Leaping out - a glimmer amongst dark,
a handle, held for all mercy against
Weighted, dragging, covering the hands, intertwining the grip with assurance as it loosens.
and forget by remembering.
Haunted memories is the only solace.
Weaker still, but stronger with less energy spent.
Not gone but moved,
a better hold out of the wind.
Set aside to focus on it.
Rejection, loss, defeat press on in their search,
workaholics who demand results.
They poke and taunt the hidden hope.
The sunken spirit.
The bravehearted bauble.
Never forgotten but set upon the moment it wants.
No restraint reason reasoning.
scores are kept
odds are stacked.
Hidden it stays
and wished and wanted
it lay examined in tortuous perfection
and back to its perch of hopeful hides.
Dark shadows for longer periods of rest against the obvious exhuming.
The hope filled calendar ticks on way back set away from the machinery,
but it's trailing corner flails in the stirring winds of reminded self-flagellation that dance the dates forward towards the cogs of normalcy,
begging to be pulled down.
STOP THE PRESSES.
and madly pleased for the delay and time stamp of assurance, before its retracted returned and repaired.
Set again proper
never to happen again.
Yet the trailing corner flails.