I have a choice.
I want to write. To keep writing. I want to share what it is I know, what it is I find important, what is dire, what is insanely keeping me up at night!
But am I feeling first, then writing as a result? Or writing, resulting in feeling?
Which is it that you craft? Your idea, or your emotion? (Ok so that's a bit dramatic. But one can be ridiculous sometimes.)
Silly to think
The feeling should sink
Away then down
Right. To. The. Bone.
Etched it is
Undone it is not
Marred and deep
Not stopping, still going, down deep deep down down down down deep!
His skin is alight
Caught fire from inside out
You on the outside, you
Watch
As he breathes this rage
As he breathes, this rage
Is fueled by wounds, by words, by worlds before me
As he breathes, before you - watch!
All the air is taken up -
With breath held I wait
Listening
While he plows through his thoughts
Only seeing the black
In the rage of his eye
I am reduced to pray, to plead, then
Pretend it too will pass as I wait, wait, wait, wait
No longer
No longer is there space
In time, in hearts, in minds,
In mine no longer
+BP
