Respite

Sometimes they'll know that
you aren't
listening
and they'll tell you aren't yourself
that you've lost your happy
because you chose to walk out
How will they know
that you are still falling
because you broke out of a lonely house
hinged to the top of a ragged cliff
that housed horrors that haunt realtime
that you had to get out of it
but the only way out was a fall
that even as you fall
the winds rake you
but you scream and you know that it heals your void
and you know you shouldn't forget that
you'd break that fall
on a heap of soft wet earth
with tinkles promising a wayside stream
where you'll wash and swim and drink to your fill
And look and be and smell and sound like how you did
like you were before
young, trusting and gurgling,
raw, prime, happy, bold and ready.