Ive built this cage from remnants
of others thoughts and ideals
every bar, every beam
carefully constructed
from misconstrued
images, words, feelings
the light hits the bars and
makes shadows on the floor
how can light break
down self inflicted barriers?
it can
it will
Why is forgiveness so
simple
when its not yourself
your forgiving?
Why is love so simple?
when its not you
that you love?
Why do we hold
ourselves so
recklessly
when we
so carefully held
others in a delicate grasp.
does this search
for an escape
from self contamination
end?
or is it a constant...
a flaw
a necessity?
genetic?
a dream?
a whisper?
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