RESTORED

I lie

Half embedded

In the wet mud of life

Half exposed

To the warm breath

Of the amber sunrise

The night is wet

And cold

In its clingy fingered hold

But the day

Makes it dry

A restricting stranglehold

Moments

Like crawling spiders

Swarm under my skin

And into my fibres

Spinning

Their webs of deceit

Pretentious chains

Of treachery they excrete

But ever so often

In the soft light of dawn

Vital drops of healing dew

Trickle down to the bone

They liquefy the hypocrisy

Melt labyrinths of unjust skeins

Till faith runs free with sincere blood

In my cleansed out textured veins

MS