Thin line of essence
stretching out toward
Mind’s eye sees the destination
yet all I see is fear.
Thin line of essence
stretching out toward
Mind’s eye sees the destination
yet all I see is fear.
We all see them as less.
No one wants to see them.
Can you imagine their world?
Or do you ignore the fact
that you are counted among them?
We all say being different is great
but truly
how often do you celebrate that?
See them for who they are.
Look past you eyes
and turn that thought
“Well, just go and do it!”
into
“What do you need help with today?”
Filthy varmints.
Cute and clean pets.
Disease carriers.
Entertaining playmates.
Lab experiments.
Trainable characteristics.
Which do you prefer?
You or your rats?
When you watch.
Sit still listening.
Feel the weight.
Pain crushes down.
Hope flickers briefly.
The light dims.
The scream rebounds.
Red tears awash.
The bomb shatters.
Life is gone.
He can hear it
as it prowls.
Coming closer.
and closer.
To the hidey hole
he has taken refuge in.
When at last
the biped calls his name
he zips towards sanctuary.
Inside the house
his human can protect him
from the whirring monster outside.
The geese have arrived.
Snow is melting.
The sun comes out more.
Moods are lifting.
Then nature sends another snowstorm.
10 inches expected.
Tears threaten.
Voice choked.
Body trembling.
Unasked for
yet so familiar
this age old
denial
refusing to be
washed away
once again.
Can I still be true
if I break down
once again?
The house will fall.
Mirrors shatter inside.
Windows break
As the tears leak out.
Shudders run through
as the façade crumbles.
My beating heart
falters as the ghosts gain purpose.
I can not control
what is left of my sanity
and what was built around me
destroys itself
as I flail in cold loneliness.
Huddled under the blanket.
The only warmth
to be found
is in the space occupied
by my body.
Fetal position.
Legs cramping.
Stretching them
before pulling them back
into the only warmth found
despite the cramps.
Too cold to do anything
but shiver.
The night lasts longer
when sleep
is overridden by need for not freezing.
When the will is exceeded.
Strength defied.
Energy spent
and not returned.
How tough
does one have to be
in order to realize
not all strength
is a sign of being tough
but merely a handful of thoughts
Society wants us to exhibit?