Impasse

...neither will i return

     to hell-hot histories, when i carried bareback burdens

         of mistakes after life-changing

mistakes - mistaken these impurities

     cooking myself in a desert

           not meant to be homed by the living - in travesty

 

neither can i wait

in a stoic seat of solitude and seeds of insanity

     ready to take root in my mooncalf glow

          to wonder if i am        disposable

as styro-foam  - floating in gutterwater

without any control of when or to where,

      and aware that - to continue like this - will lead

              to the sewage, drain, and filth

of an unfamiliar city,

so beautiful but blindingly beached

      an elephant in the room, a whale,

           so large - it cannot be thrown back

into the hunger of a drowning sea,

but yet

 

with a group of careful hands

    can be lead - pushed to let the waves carry it away

back to when it swam

     currents like silken dreams - floating

            free and able on it's own.

but in this hour of loneliness, beached,

waiting in the roughness and particles of sand,

 

for a hand to help / to teach / to swim

away from the things that cut with a simple deciding

open my eyes - the road unbending

leading to happiness again...

 

how slowly on my heart this impasse

attends

            how like a fish i crave to breathe again...

the sea, to not depend...

Reviews

[Rainbowco]

Truly, truly poignant, masterpiece of thought and well penned words, deserving of being read time and time again.