Aura

Aura

By: Katie M. Moss

18 February 2011

Distortion--

It's what I feel as the static of the day crashes around my brain.

Around my hands the aura is deep red. Survival-oriented,

With a dirty brown overlay: the color of my Insecurity.

The season is changing again,

But my fears never do.

They shadow me- seek me out.

They know where I live, sleep, love.

I will never reach my ideal self.

I will strain, and strain, and strain for perfection.

I stand on my parched, cracked feet,

Balancing my weight on my two largest toes.

Tomorrow I receive the news,

My life in another's hands.

My heart as designed by others does not complete my soul.

Does it?