Melting ego

Melting ego

My watercolor

is a metaphor

of how much control

I still exert on my soul


The landscape of my spirit

is still rigidly built

but it’s starting to melt

producing haze and mist

that condense in clouds

preventing the sun in your gaze

from shining

and warming my shivering heart

and guiding my astigmatic eyes


Freedom is still

a few storms