Monday, October 31, 2016

and the words are written

it's taking hold of the words and pulling them down, 
forcing them to submit and bend and beat to a drum
a drum that is yours and no one else's

it's looking around and realizing that this is it 
this is all we've been given 
there is nothing more than right here and now
breathing in and breathing out and waking up
drinking dark coffee and making feet walk paths
paths we're told to walk to be responsible
to have success
to have it all

and the screaming inside starts from deep within
and the panic wells and is a living thing
pushing, pushing, pushing against the bell jar
banging and demanding to be freed
because it is all consuming and familiar
it is building walls high like a master brick mason
whispering words in the dark of the night
whispering, whispering, whispering, truth and lies
waltzing together, one thought after the next kissing in passing

and we allude to the nightmares that scare us most
to fearing the commitment and dying at the thought of being alone
and the panic is still there, threatening to choke and never leave
yet we still do that which causes the panic to grow
why?! 
to please the voices around us that scream not to live
to forget that we have one life and no other
that this is all we have here and now 

so what is the answer...

to do that which we fear
that which makes us panic, for only then does it shrink
only then can we breathe and remember
one life, one life, one life
why are we not running like we are on fire
towards all that we were created for...

and the words are written
for i fear them the most
and I swallow the fear
for what other choice do I have?

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