The essence of
my life
is tied
Tied tight
in an intricate web
A delicate series
of
balances and imbalances
that daily plague
my internal sensibility
Intrinsic silence
scares me to a degree
It weaves its' web
into
conscious thought
deep speeches
that transcend
fears of failure,
but none-the-less
bypasses the good
made manifest
in phrases
that unfold
with
empathetic strings attached
I seek
to cut the webs
cut the strings
and feed them
to my spreading wings
that seem to thrive
in the mire
of daily life
I endure pain
self-inflicted
to restrict the
unrestricted
in the hopes
of freedom
from confliction.
My worries yearn
to fly
and evaporate into
the sky becoming
the tapestry
of life
transmutation into
Nature
My highs will remain
High
And even though
I've failed
to rise into a right
mind
so many times
cutting
the emotional ties
the detox from intentional
blocks
rocks and lulls me
into a peaceful sleep
to dream
of the things I see
so the retreating will stop
and life will
begin again
from a womb
I never knew
Letting it consume me
The genesis of
awakening
repeating
The space to BE.
About the Creator
Liz Jones
Writer / Music & Multi-media Artist. Lover of unorthodox and progressive life situations of all kinds.
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