Not too far off in the distance
A large white smoke billows
Over the length of my body.
A tiring week of events soaks
My clothes in sweat.
His touch, too often forgotten,
Casts shadows in colors missed by the naked eye.
Only under the dark of these shadows
Am I able to express my desires.
Been asleep for many years
Lost, under his spell,
Now awake, feeling all but the present.
I cannot shut my eyes to rest.
Simple, yet uneasy tasks
Crash like waves onto my head
Knocking me down. Swirling under
I am not allowed to come up for air.
One after the other I am pressed down
Deeper and deeper into the earth.
Separated as can possibly be from the heavens,
I am closer to God than ever before.
I let out a loud screech, a call for help,
Hoping others will hear me and seek me,
Rescue me, transform my mind.
Focusing on lines, lines that show definitives,
Age, experience, heritage,
How these lines connect us.
One becomes two, then four, and back to one,
No relation between the previous
Yet all attached to the being,
Which is separate from my soul.
Softening blows, only through acceptance.
Governing peace, through understanding.
Weighing down upon my shoulders, the
Pressure of cohesiveness;
No longer a part of the responsibility I am willing to bear.
I will do my part, only my part.
I will be what is needed, for you,
Only for you, all for you, embracing you.
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© LRS 2011
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