Sometimes I wake up with this line or sentence that one of my many muses demands I give myself to. This was sort of like going into a dream state and channeling the unknown only I know it very well. I just re-read it and tweaked the form of it a bit I leave the words as they came to me. yikes.. Putting it off forever It’s right over there That Thing that needs doing I want to put it off forever It’s in reaching distance the tips of my fingers trace its slick red surface It smells of old metal and days of vulnerability given again and again I want to put it off forever That Thing that needs doing. Cause doing it puts an old ache in my body that leaves the touch of unrequited too close to my surfaces. It has shattered texture that rasps at my skin leaves hope raw and unattended to. There is something in the pain of it that holds forever captive. Or maybe it’s in the overwhelm of it that sabotages possibilities forever putting off the inevitable dance of change. Paradox is the sentinel to my forever That Thing just over there in sight smelling of blood ripping my flesh shedding my hope clipping my wings Calls from dead dark space to do what needs doing. It’s the only way to the Light.
Daily Archives: 22/04/2011
PUTTING IT OFF FOREVER…
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