anger electric energy dancing from the wisps of
forgotten integrity left out humanity careless ego and
lowered self esteem. Taken from the place where steps stood
on cracked concrete and stumble-walked and mumble-talked a mist
layer of existence minus the clarity. Taken from a place where fog hung heavy
like the eyelids over our eyes that irritate, with lashes stuck in grit and the inability
to contemplate before we speak. The inability to blink. We stare, casually unaware that we are hurting until we hurt another in the tone of our voice and the choice of our words.
We walk, carelessly and with a bitter energy that tells the other to ‘watch where you are going’ and forgets, all at once, where we are coming from.
We talk, louder than is necessary, hoping that the words we speak so clearly still those quiet whispers in our heart,
-but if we were to listen to that thuddud pulse that teller of the soul that all-for-you crown and captain of our whole
-it would tell us to follow those footsteps which our hearts have etched. To follow with courage and that being tired, doesn’t necessarily mean rest.
So onward, onward with humility and an apology to the anger I have felt in these few days. Onward with an opening of heart and a stilling of mind, emotions were just passing clouds but beyond that I understand that the sky is me.
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