Makeshift Heart VI

Woman raving at her fence
Child or anima return?
Mate or name your breakdown
Is it home or house you burn?
Trees whisper lullabies
Call or answer duly?
Sin, echt or key indicator
Elm mother or just a storm?

The places I struggle
A sea I swim alone
A look over shoulder
A mildewed hotel room
All common fears beneath
Not enough to render
More than merely sorry
If I am not insane.

State the simple simply
River courses through it
Red gums shade and speckle it
Rainbows belled must hunt in it:
The gamble of saying
It must be worth it
Even if the reader
Tums out to be a fence.