Sunday, November 16, 2003

 
Pen strokes of flightless thoughts chain me down.
Their spoken truths light an illegitimate path,
Too safe and firmly anchored.
Underneath the thin, flawless surface
Lies sadness for a life denied,
Buried by insecurities firmly rooted by fearful perceptions.

Lamentations of secret longings weigh heavily,
Wanting…fearing…knowing inevitable change.
My body has become one with my unconscious mind,
Their woes inflicting me day and night
With sapphire pain and winter’s waiting hand.

In this place between, I see an unsure path,
A hope…fear…longing for a true fit,
A life fulfilled, anchored in granite truth.
I see it, the path to which I must go,
But…Do I dare?

Oh…if I could step my mind through the fog,
Release the vision I know I must find.
I know…feel…believe that a tree of tomorrow
Branches forward from here…there…somewhere.
I know…

James posted this at 6:59 PM.