The Book Almost Ate Me

I keep turning the pages, hoping for another chapter in the story. But each page is blank. Or maybe I’ve gotten so far inside the book, I cannot to see to the next chapter, or word…
even the next letter?

So consumed within this thought process I grow smaller and smaller, and my story around me is coming up to my ears. I cannot breathe through all this paper and ink, I cannot move because I keep slipping farther into it.

When all I can do is sit in the scribbles I’ve turned my story into, I start listening. Though feeling hopeless, my heart still thuds in faith.

Louder… Louder… LOUDER… and I am reminded of life and what this heart lives in.
In standing, the pages started shrinking, and I found the strength to leap from these deadly pages, shutting the book and putting it far from sight.

Never again will I try to find my future when I do not deserve the claim on it.

We Look

Speak forth,
One voice:
In tragedy of passion.
To find,
This answer;
In poverty,
In pain.
With lack,
Unfeeling,
To find,


Provision.

Emulsion

A heart collided
With a head
Upon the floor.
The traces of collision
Give no conclusion.
A conflict of interest.
An emulsion of emotion
And reason.
Strands entwining
Pulling…
Speeding towards each other…
TOTAL ANNIHILATION OF THE HEART.
Quivering stillness
(as seen from inside).

Pulling Daisies

Pulling daisies, she looked to the sky,
One hand reached for the unreachable sun
Her feet were told to stay; they wandered
To and fro, for answers
In the simplicity of her questions,
Life swelled.

No heart ever as steadfast,
No mind as expectant.
Hers was a soul of the earth,
(In no worldly way),
Immersed in the untainted beauty of existence
(where they’ve lost)