The shroud I wrap myself in
it used to keep me warm
but these days feel different.
It seems to make it harder to breathe-
to be.
The shroud I wrap myself in
it used to keep out the wind
that threatened to knock me down.
Now it seems to weigh me down-
to bring me down.
The shroud I am wrapped in
now shields my body from the dirt
that fights to claim my corpse.
To break down my body like it did my mind-
and my soul.
January 2023
