You’re right. “Still standing” is something to truly recognize and honor in oneself. In fact, perhaps that is one of the most core commonly shared fears by all of us? The fear that someday, darkness will fall upon us, and we will not be able to withstand life’s hardships/suffering. I have carried such a fear. […]
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I’ve spotted you, but I don’t need to touch you. I have already captured you. And my next move is based upon your ensuing response. Afraid? Release. Curious? Inquire. Aroused? Engage. And with that, pray you, we feast.
He falls apart differently than me. When I’m dropped by the world at large,or the effects of my undoing,I fall deep into the earth’s core. Bottomless as much as it is endless.I reach my destination of damp darkness in my cavernous chest.Hovering to numbness until I catch that glimmer of light high above me.My feet
I don’t know how you found me. Or if you were given to me. Everyone else passed. Even when they never left. Ridiculed. Diagnosed. Sidelined. You, however, paused to stop; taking. No, making the time, to enter my interior. Through my exterior. You saw flowers in my weeds. Courage in my foundation, and inspiration through
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Road worn and tales rich, I have finally arrived at my doorstep. No doors, locks or unwanted guests. What a glorious sight I am home to behold.
I will always feel more than most,but I am not unique. I will never know who named me,but I am not nameless. I will always stumble and fall, But I am still,standing.
If this is how you love me, then please stop. Listen, you can’t. Accept, you won’t. Your advancement is both calculated and random; relentless and underhanded. The antithesis of compassion and trust, I grow weary with self-doubt. Danger on que, chaos pursues. You love me. So disappear I must. Hide I shall try, but why?
If I were spirit and nature itself, I would float a lazy river, half in, half out; hypnotized by the canopy of leaves and birds dancing overhead. Light shifting and sparkling with the wind. Composer and performer in play. Eddying in each moment, aware only of a bird’s call or warm current that catches me
The goal is a hundred, but I want less. Less of what others desire, and more of what I require. One percent of the human condition that only the rare, wounded and gifted experience; and even for them – only in the safety of their dreams. A crude and fantastic earthly existence, where flesh is
No one can truly prepare for the day or split second when their life will end. The inertia and gravity of that solitary moment is inescapable. It’s a truth that inspires, paralyses and haunts us all. That split second when, consciously or not, a lifetime of theories, addictions and personal evolution collide in reckoning. This
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