plague and it's
filth had clung to the fibers of my skin.
beaten paths had become crumbled roads of dirt
and stone.
jagged edges of harsh glass in the wind, had
torn and scarred my skin.
the hazards of life as it were, are treacherous
enough..
but everyday
life in war time, exceeds any level of cruelty that could be imagined.
lewd, and horrible acts were committed.
countless gallons of blood flooded the streets as
sleep,
decency and remorse were all given away to the past.
much
was left in an even greater state of chaos than was before.
and in
the rubble and clearing smoke i stood in awe and disbelief.
it was a long way out but i climbed free from
that place and found a heaven i hadn't realized could exist..
but oh i wasn't
permitted freedom just yet.
no no,
it wasn't a higher power held me back..
the
collective spirit of existence cares not for self pity, or individuals for that
matter
…
but it
was I and only i that permitted shackles.
guilt
found me.
and i suffered in a
new way.
thus I was forced to realize,
that
the only guilt i was victim to,
was
the guilt I felt at the realization of my luck,
lucky
to be alive while so many I knew were not.
i
accepted it. thanked it. cried and screamed for that and those who weren't able
to join me. ever.
and
when i emerged from my own filth and grime,
i
caught glimpse of my reflection.
and from that second forward,
i felt
that infinity within me swell.
and knew I did not ‘have’ a life.. I took part in life.
between
sunshine and oblivion..
nothing burns as furiously as the life within
me.
i can
no longer turn back.
let
the mountains and seas die away,
i
shall remain.
what am i?
when i
consider it
RATIONALLY..
when i
ask,
what.
am. i?
i find
no answer.
for “I”
am we, and we are all free.
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