As I look around in dismay
at things that are
and what once were
I realize
I have not changed
but it is “they”
that have
to be ridden
is to be me
to be free
of this philosophy
called “living”
smooth sailing
is my future
far from the rocky abyss
that I have tip toed on
for years on end
hands turned to claws
smile turned to frown
I am me now
I hope I don’t drown
away from the abyss
Amber is the Color of Her Energy 