Children Must Be Safe From Abuse!

There are cracks in the ceiling

just above my head.

I watch them so very closely

from my place upon the bed.

Or, are they really webs,

each creeping a different way

to join with others,

who just yearned to stray?

The loneliness there

makes me crazy.

Or, is it that other,

the pain I will not define

that says to go from this place

before I lose my mind.

I leave to watch some clouds

as they blossom in the sky

and wait for crystal drops

to fall where

it has become very, very dry.

I wait to watch a rainbow

cross a summer sky.

Its fleeting path joins a place

fine enough to hide

a very precious base.

From a lowland retreat,

I can see rocky towers

trimmed with gold and green.

I run from fingers of fog

above a racing stream.

I float above quivering grasses

that cover an endless plain,

with patches of wheat and corn

flattened by wind and rain.

The cobwebs are back now but

I keep my eyes closed.

I know there are spiders

flitting through the air.

I can hear their breathing

very near my hair.

I want to see a tornado

spinning along the ground.

The wood and glass may kill me

but so will that sound.