Will my eyes betray me
if I look too closely?
Battered by missing wings,
will you just fade away,
like wavering smoke rings
broken in the bold breeze?

What will the sun reveal?
Shadow cast upon steel
stitched to both my heels: 
the thoughts that I concealed, 
my hurt that had not healed, 
a harbinger so surreal.

Changing shapes, give and take,
toil in the soil and sand.
No silent helping hands.
Now I can understand
there was no guardian
waiting for me to stand.

Flip the switch, close the door,
watch it consume the floor,
multiply into more
sunken depths to explore:
my every eyesore
washing up on the shore.