A Shadow On The Rock
The rocks here are fractured and wind blown. Rounded by water and air into the ground. The ground that is them.
The smaller, seemingly insignificant pieces that are supporting this massive weight
This massive state...of being
This permanence that is not
The sun heats my face and I am the shadow on the rock
Trying to sit within the wind
The quiet of the land is often what I am not
I am "the quiet" on the rock
My soul is still as the world flies by
They sit with their mouths open, minds shut looking up Ears full of sound eyes in a daze shutters click as they drive off
...Content in the not Not knowing my difference between now and before I am just some guy hands bleeding and sore Water pockets on top and cracks a hundred feet deep I see the faces in the rock but only a few see me Some are sad. Some are determined. Some are facing the sky with a furrowed brow I sit on top of them trying to get to the bottom of it all the only way I know how Torn pants from climbing here Torn skin from grinding into them No other way it's an argument with fear No other way but over my fear within The sun shines down on me and calms my soul It heats the rock I am on and makes me whole- Heartedly I dive into the cracks imperfections and beauty I shift over to the water pocket beside me deeper, more soothing My hands are tired and the wind is singing me a lullaby The fear is mine now I am warm inside Blood covered hands and a pen at my side Bellowing laughter with tears in my eyes On top once again I can feel this sky As my head is back and arms held wide They sit with their mouths open, minds shut looking up Ears full of sound eyes in a daze shutters click as they drive off
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After my divorce I lost all hope in right and wrong. None of the principles I was brought up on mattered and no one could convince me this life was worth sticking around for.
Don't be me. Follow your emotions and live them. Do not squander the finite time we have in these bodies.
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