today, i picked up poppy letters from myself.
begging for tick tock clocks to be scared;
embracing my sanity amidst the falling crafts.
i'm earnestly praying, my family's in your hands.

we're running away from the skies.
everyone's in a hurry, saving their one true glory;
and here i am, stopping at the horizon —
looking life's thread in jeopardy; mostly happy.

in the midst of catastrophe, i feel a bore of relief.
the world's crumbling in front of me —
i'm finally erasing myself . . .
like the dust of sand castles of yesterday.

i witnessed fireworks across the field.
it felt euphoric, a calling that i signed for,
this place wrecked poison-ivy, a memory.
with my soul's graveyard shift and epiphany.

the sun rises, my family's in a safe future.
my sanity's free from this world's cruelty;
the clock never stops my brave tapestry —
as I read the poppies falling above my glory.