a poem by RC deWinter

skin too tender for the battle of the everyday
i walk padded daydream corridors
justifying these visions as manifestations
of what surely is to come

my pragmatic mind always interferes
i bump into unseen fences
barbed wire stone splintered wood
and float bleeding back to what is

faith shouldn't be fragile but mine…
too often it's a fledgling kidnapped by
that great vulture doubt
never devoured only tortured

i twist in its claws as i soar above a reality
static unchangeable reduced to molded plastic
a toy village trapped in the design
of an unknown manufactory

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