#781-Peace

Can’t climb you.

Up or down.

Shaky legs and vertigo,

Playing hide and seek,

With ghosts of days past.

Dreams,

Frightened of being shattered.

Imaginary thoughts,

Filled with doubt and dread.

A litany of nonsense,

Gathered along life’s way,

Waiting for that moment,

To perhaps break free,

And float away.