POEM: CANDLE CORRIDORS

1/

I walk about my corridor candles
And in my first steps
Your breath puts out any flames
That I've left

Again, I feel a loss
My time piles to waste
Of everything you could say
You chose to curse this place

I walk about my corridors
This time I lock your lid
Blinder lashes shut specifically
So you can't walk in

2/

I exit my back door
With my thoughts folded

And suitcase snapped
To pause your presence

I search for foreign friendships
For the fresh eye rise

I beckon on the streets
Like a friendless blanketed soul

I travel out of your reach
Until I am whole

3/

As the fire consumes
My relationships

I did save a few

My family
My loved ones who became family

I am with these, like wooden boards,
that I will polish as they sand me

I, with these grain gypsies,
Learn the fortune of fingers

As I grace you with grit
you are roughened to silk

I bur my hands
And toughen my will