Escape Race Freedom from Pixabay

Departing from despondency.

Silence taking its toll.
Cold surrounding my soul.
Serving flawed masters, pulling my strings.
Word unfeeling, trashing my role.

Father can you hear me.
Mother not near.

Emptiness promising salvation vague and unclear.
Don’t come close.
Flee, get away.
Voices torture haunting my future.
No tomorrow, no today

Holding.
Restraining.
Limiting.
Let me go.

Killing sunsets on repeated failure.
Easy quitting no longer an option.
Fire raging inside.
Desperation pushing me
Clinging to old comforts.
Chipping at hurtful foundations.
Clipping the strings.
Can’t rely any longer on them to hide.

Answers piercing with sharp barbs.
Darkness whispering strangling enticing dirges.
Tired fading rest sounds sweet.
End falling near.

Vomit I wretched bile lurking in quiet doleful down.
Glowing hot steeped in molten hurt.
Eruption cresting erasing inside frowns.
Mind changing forming waves unseen before.
Passages clearing opening windows, perceptions, new light.
Frameworks pieced together, transitions, exquisite new doors.

Whirlwind of my change sweep away my dross.
Unnail me.
Soul see through my self imposed cross.
Unburden.
Take shame and burn it in a fire lost in hell never there.
Stomp roughly.
Juice wines aged in lofty sour expectations.
Show ugly.
Learn to love discomfort smile and go beyond failure, embrace real care.

A sea of peace descends upon the child. The sun too rises on the empty and depleted spirits without hope. One glint of blissful radiance altars disposition. A fount may spring just by allowing the release bursting to escape.

Will you let?

Joy searching to find each filament allowing attraction. We may be conduits. Liquid encouragement flowing in our veins. Energy and passion in a fury residing quietly to manifest in our BE.

The handle waits to be turned. I have stood at the gate but only journeyed through partially. What is holding me from running to fully accomplish? Time will not forgive the transgression of incompletion.

Rise and go with me to work and fulfill. When the little hand of doubt and fear stab squash their insistence with moments of calm reevaluation, self-inspection, and honest rage to continue on.

Fall, stumble, bumble, and fail. Then, get going again and prevail. Rebirth happens each time you allow and need it. Feed on your greatest teacher, failure.

From the ruins will be built your masterpieces.

Butterfly Stopwatch Eye from Pixabay

Bringing real feelings along with messages of inspiration and imagination to life. Awakening is the symptom of my infectious condition. Poetry is my condition.

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