Fortress

Moments when you are aware of the inevitable.

When you know a frenzy is about to flare. A brewing storm. A sinking feeling. Like there’s no turning back, yet a sliver of hope. Maybe a slight chance.

Knowing you are trapped. Cornered in an alley with no way out. Staring at a tiny window of hope. Anything. Mostly a reset button.

Afraid to open your full eyes. Because when you do, everything would come crashing down.

Rowing upstream.

An arrow poisoned with questions. A flock of raised eyebrows. Flames or just frantic gestures. Gaping jaws, glowing even at night.

What does one need? What do I need?

I happen to know. Left alone.

To engage in a rage. To muster courage

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To fight an abyss. To solve a crisis.

To fix the hinges. To build me a fortress.