Oz, The Great & Terrible

I’m drawing back the curtain

to see what lives behind

I’m sorting thru the webbies

from the spiders in my mind

I’m seeing new beginnings

in what-all I’ve left behind

I’m stronger for the memory

in the minders to re-mind.

All the monsters roam the hallways

None now linger under-bed

and the closet door is open

and there’s room inside my head

where the light has gone to linger

I’ll believe what’s up ahead

only when I see it dead.

I have given up decisions

which I thought I’d never do

I have answered all the questions

So all that’s left is New

i have fashioned me a headdress

of old feathers, ragged, blue

I could write my way forever

Given time & space & who

I have opened in the middle

my discov’ry is complete

there’s no room for ever-after

my invasion is replete.

I could walk away without me

scattered breadcrumbs in the street.