A word once spoke is only heard through an opening in a cracked wall|
Shrunk in the balance|
Within strings moving from the wind's hold|
Escaping push|
Reinforced from strength of vibrations from a secluded silence|
Parables fumble in unprepared hands| Deprived of gifts bestowed to thee| As humans we seek shelter beneath a tree| When our feet become weak| And our needs extend beyond our means| As rain pours| It cleanses our soul| Dormant ideas start to grow| Yet we turn a blind eye| To what's before our sight| Taking the easy way| Shunning plights| Fighting is not a physical ordeal| It's more of a rejection to extol the almighty rule| Exploring alternatives to fables disguised as facts| Letters shredded in half| Eulogies embedded on a golden calf| The story was written for you to digest| The ending inside your hands| Inside your thoughts is the rest|
A powerful post.
ReplyDeleteThank you philippa :)
ReplyDeleteI seem to be neglecting writing or maybe I'm going through one of those "writer's block" phases. Hope to recover soon.