The depths of sorrow can not be illuminated by the presence of light.
There are too many voids; too much of nothing; everything…
To untrained eyes it is shielded by guilt.
Guilt, fuelled by shame, brought on by insecurities to which you hold tight.
What would you be without these?
That is the question that you dare not ask…
Fear of what the answer might be. What it might reveal to you.
There is only one way to be free,
the truth sets us free.
So, by answering that question you will be free…
and that is what worries you.
By this shame you have reason, the right,
to be angry, feel hurt, be untrusting.
Without it, all would have been for nothing.
The contours of a broken mountain
fall steep at the summit and gradually smoothes on its descent.
Loose rocks tumble to the valley below even though
from the top it is out of view.
In order for the plants to survive the harshness of the wet and lack of sunlight
they have to bury their roots deep and stretch their stems,
in order to get their reward;
The observer oblivious…
Just like joy in our minds fail to shadow the pain gripping our hearts,
too overcome by the bruise inflicted while you played in the dark,
so too emotional growth is stunted by the failure to move on
and let what happened be a bygone.
The past moulds and through experience we learn,
but to dwell is paralysing and we are challenged without participation…
A bruise will disappear, a scar will remain.
The fact is that it is neither…
the emotion attached is real but it is not in control,
but yet we are marionettes
blinded by past atrocities
the lesson still to be learned.
Birds fly free
but they too are a part of Newton’s law
we are all attached to something
that holds us back and
just like a chameleon
to protect and not be exposed
too scared to confront…
the soul is restless
Where is home?