All that remains: in afterlife as 'mainstream' blogger, with what little I know. 20k views |
Should it be toilsome to hold you in our hearts? Should it be a very bad life for us, if we don't carry that concern for you in our hearts? It is our struggle to please you, while trying to take away some satisfaction selfishly, for ourselves? in how we live? If we do not carry your heart in our heart, how light then the burden? Once weighted do we lift at all? separate from your gravity? or eternally earthbound to see your eyes know your will none greater than our own permeates the tender shell penetrated deeply and often (catch your breath here) because our wings are shorn once we first realize the necessitude of cohabitation with one who so dearly plays with our heart, our soul, our mind (here, too) as if we have none, nothing to share but be enslaved to cruel, centric master of our domain? Thank you for loving me in your way knowing my only worth in this struggle for self freedom is the innermost pressure that allows me feel I have lungs, veins thick, blood pulsing, heart pumping (inhale, again) from the struggle within to be sure I have not displeased one so kind to let me dwell near serve a hungry soul more dominating than a mere poet who mutters words as he scribes at your tidy, kitchen table. Should it be toilsome to hold you in our hearts? Should I have to explain? Okay, because it's Sunday. I'm on a spiritual quest. And, I don't want to clean the garage. That simply sparked my brain to produce an ode to a woman who doesn't understand why I cannot accept the conformity of her religion anymore. My home life IS dystopian...if you give her power over you. |