Bound

We are all one really

circling about like vultures

preparing for the ultimate descent.

 

We wait to sink our teeth

into the juicy flesh of something

we all seek

yet never are able to find.

 

We only discover

the rotting carcass

at our feet-

Those old desires, hopes and wishes

unfulfilled.

 

What one hopes to find

to be

is possible perhaps

but how few

truly reach that goal?

 

We are strapped by years

of conscious leashes-

holding us from reckoning

constantly gripping us

tighter

and soon we become

the ropes themselves.

 

 

Reviews

[jeRRy.whaLLey]

a dire situation to find ourselves at the end of our self-made ropes -- radical forgiveness removes the bonds that fear makes and let's the juicy Heart to rise like a bursting Sun shining its loving light on everyone -- shame is the guilty fear of I am not good enough where humility is the realization come of a courageous juicy Heart that we are synergistcally connected to all that is -- neither attracted nor compelled but in that Wondrous Now dancing on shifting ground Beautifully unbound --

you've captured the dire situation in your word carvings of metaphor in this piece --