Self Destruction

By Tyler Willson

Crouching
In the corner.
Hiding,
My face,
My eyes,
My heart.
Hiding,
From the handfuls
Of mud,
Cold,
Sticky,
Heartless,
Mud.
Flung
By friends,
Enemies,
Lovers.
Weighing me down,
Holding me back.
Dimming the light from the life-giving sun.
Until shivering,
Cold,
Alone,
I realize,
My enemy is me
And with
My face now clean,
I once again,
Raise my eyes to the sun.
And gratefully,
Smile.