Sometimes I Feel Feral

Sometimes I feel feral

A flurry of teeth and claws

Backed into a corner

Biting at my paws

Deranged by desperation

I crave a distant beat

Traumatized by tameness

I've forgotten what to eat.

The edges of this place

Like the edges of my heart

Is where I able wander

Tell me,

will I start?

How can joy feel like a prison

How can peace claim to be found

If sugar rots my gut

And howling is my sound?

The winter weight grows heavy

With its barren broken stare

And I wonder what the storm means

When I cannot seem to care.

I love the dew of summer

And I hold it in my fist

I somehow know I am open

Since to hope is to resist.