Try
– just try
I
dare you now
to
remove your layers
say
your prayers
but
you don’t know HOW.
It’s
gonna be grueling
you
won’t be fooling
yourself
anymore
you’ve
been a whore
to
your self this whole life.
It’s
quite rife
with
plastic coverings
while
you’re hovering
over
the edge
of
what you claim
you
seek but you’re weak
and
your technique
of
survival has been
to
take it on the chin
let
them win.
Never
mind me
as
you can see
I’ll
live in silence
with
internal violence
feeling
unworthy
of
connection and meaning
while
internal cleaning
scrubbing
and scraping
wounds
are gaping
until
I’m draping
myself
in more gauze
covering
the flaws
innumerable
they are
as
the scars
I’ll
store in jars
the
pain and hurt
maybe
bury in dirt
so
no one will see
not
even me…
You’re
clinging, grasping, gasping
it’s
the thought of true freedom
that
you can’t handle
so
you vandal and scandal
your
life some more
and
close the door…
But
it keeps coming back
the
light through the crack
that
feeling and wanting
the
task so daunting
on
the edge again
wondering
when
true
self will reveal
ability
to heal
so
close you can feel
just
one last peel
away
to true core.
Just
jump –
You
are immortal
enter
that portal
your
soul won’t die
you’ll
find out why
but
you cling to the branches
on
the edge
driving
a wedge
between
you and meaning
or
whatever you’re seeking…
Just
jump –
The
edge is safe but fake
you’ve
got to break
but
you won’t.
your
mind has shrunk
your
soul is drunk
on
comfort and haven.
You’ve
caved-in
stuck
to the plastic
hot-melted
on your mask - it’s
intellectual
in the attic
with
the addict
But
the basement rules you…
You
say you want to dig
uncover
something big
dislodge
a hidden something
yank-out
the sting
but
you can’t hack it
the
code won’t crack it
the
truth that’s there
if
you could only tear
away
that scare
and
jump –
just
jump!
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