Tricks of Survival

Moments tick.

Minutes pass.

Hours go by.

With closed eyes

I see the world as I want it to be.

Amidst rusty surroundings,

I feel the touch of soft petals

caressing my callous palms

scarred and coarse

for holding a tight rein

on things struggling to get out of control…

Fantasies soothe,

Imagination propels

to live yet another day.

Resurrecting hope

-          its there…

All that I want is just a step away,

a little stretch and there it is!

And, in anticipation I stretch my hands

grope, fumble and stretch a bit more…

And when futility of it all is blindingly bright,

I close my eyes

And, see the world as I want it to be.

Slowly,

Moments tick,

Minutes pass,

Hours go by,

I survive.