sunstruck by the truth held in the rising sun 

that returns even after the darkest night

branches effortlessly cradle the fresh snow 

until the day’s warmth releases it to the blanket below

seeking enlightenment from a tangled web inside

I am upon this fence for you

struggles lead to freedom

like winter leads to spring

my walls are not crumbling

years of fear and false confidence have built them strong 

in mirror and and light

i’m taking them down piece by piece

our weaknesses are not crimes

last words are not only for the dying