Patrick shakes his head;
dancing in place
as they come for him once again
in figment and thought,
in memory & dream.
He clacks away at obsidian keys
as he struggles
to spin pain into art,
flesh into word,
bravery into poems pressed together
in collective battle scars;
assorted victories and losses
on his way to documented catharsis.
Written by Jason Wright
February 13, 2018
For Patrick Johnson