standing at the edge of familiar,
paused,
foot held still, midway through step
i & my motion cease.
turning my head,
i pursue
unspoiled light.
turning my head,
i pursue
virginity.
the ragged edge of dirty familiar versus
the trace pure beginnings of the unacquainted
competing.
beckoning.
within - an awaking.
retching, my senses heighten.
a desire to flee nauseates my innards.
numerous championing voices blow blustery confusion.
with foot cased in concrete, i am permanent.
permanently pursuing.
never capturing life as i desire.
never holding newness in gentle embrace.
never to taste sweet surrender
never birthing my now, embryonic dreams.
standing at the edge of familiar, i cease.
