pedagogy

Dancing with the demons in the dark.

The music is seductive as the road narrowed to an unknown silence.

I was parched and sought something that would quench my thirst.

I found pain and betrayal in those waters for that is what I soaked within as I sulked.

My skin burned with resentment and my blood was dark with void.

I wanted to be found in the black, but no one would ever find me in this self-absorbed abyss.

To wake was to dream and I needed to find where the skies would lead.

My scars so deep but my head needed to breathe as I drove on through the unknown.

Why was I bound for such misery?

I suppose a walk in the forest can lead you to almost any path as I found one that went astray.

Maybe the rose was the prize of the blood that fed its thorns.

The riddles seem trivial but also seem so intentional and deliberate.

What balance can be reached when desire is yearning, what life can be lived when the scales must turn in equal measure?

Now, I must stand still and wait...wait for another moment that may ignite my heart and that will allow me to live again.