It starts at the pelvis.
A pre-battle cry
heard so often, so often before.
My body instinctively crouches down
with rain clouds building behind my eyes,
a cold wind at their heels.
Painful numbness
settling in, setting up camp
to offer reassurance that it’s there,
still there.
Waking me up from sleep so deep,
jolting me back to Earth from a daydream,
twisting and turning my innards from behind,
singing a song
“Remember, remember,
dandelions, shooting stars and wishes
have failed you.
There is no one here with you,
you’ll have to try again.”
The message rings out loud and clear:
Please Try Again.
Dawning Words 