Sleeping

under the stairs

the fire

crackling

caught me on my throne

falling

into a waterfall of fog.

Stormy clouds

gave way to a jewelled garden

then a clearing opened

inside the underworld pool 

of my gazing. 

Here I found an 

old wound

still raining inside

the well. 

It festered

as I stumbled

out of avoidance

into my day of sorrow

and hope.