Decisions
A Tobias poem
by Rb
Cowering in the purple mist
As thick as a coat of mesh
Straining my hawk eyes to see
Dark grey elephant flesh.
None. Is she...I mean...
Are they dead, safe, or hiding too?
Can I get out of my hiding space?
Do I really want to?
The question strikes me out of nowhere
But makes an odd sense while hope dies
For brutal images of my home life
Are quickly flashing before my eyes.
Human! I cry suddenly.
That is what I want to be!
But the only change are icy guts--
And my 'choice' is now my destiny.