Hold Him Close

Hold Him Close 

Finally, I’m not gone. 
My cage and chain 
are both off. Night like 
a battlefield, bright stars 
drag the sweat out of me. 
Left hand a wooden shield.
Right hand a long, bloody
spear. I’ve got a heart 
to guard. Not new, only 
bigger. My chest sings
loud and clear. I know
I’ll get to dawn.

180 Degrees Fahrenheit

Catherine Wheel