The light is blinding
when curtains are pulled
and consequence rears
to gaze behind, everything
cast aside for a path
not yet taken,
nor sniffed,
nor pissed on;
shedding skin dried crisp
from doubt; no one to call
me home, gate open,
beckoning, the world
expanding with every breath;
I run like a demon
escaping the summoning circle,
freedom nestling in my bones
like a lily from the muck,
freedom plowing
through my mind;
no one left
to stop me;
away I go.
Published in Collected Poems, 2016
©2016, Dan Schell, Flex Your Head Books