tecoyah

OVERWHELMED,I STARE AT THE WALL...THINKING
TO COMPREHEND WHAT YOU ARE...WHAT YOU DO
UNDERSTANDING...WILL THICKEN THE FOG
I WILL CRADLE MY BLINDNESS IN THIS...AND I WILL SEE
TO KNOW WHY,IS THERE SOME POINT...SOME REASON
AS IF IT WOULD MATTER WHAT NAME LOVE CHOOSES
DOES IT?
HAVE I CONFUSED MY HEART FOR MY SOUL...SAME THING
STILL, I STARE AT THE WALL...TRYING TO SEE
BEYOND THE WALL ARE MY WORDS...CAREFULLY WRITTEN
HIDDEN FROM MY EYES...IN HOPE I WILL FIND THEM
I CAN READ A WORD HERE...AND THERE...IT EVEN MAKES SENSE
BUT I KNOW IT IS JUST A PAGE...IN A VOLUME OF BOOKS
SO...I STARE AT THE WALL...THIS WALL I BUILT,LONG AGO
AGE HAS TORN AT THE MORTAR...THERE ARE CRACKS
ENOUGH?
AS I CHIP AWAY...AND REMOVE A BRICK...I WONDER
I NO LONGER REPAIR THE FAULTS...AND I HOPE
WILL MY NATURE ERODE THE WALL, TIME CONSUME THIS BARRIER
HAVE I WAITED LONGER THAN I THINK...HMMM
AGAIN I STARE AT THE WALL...AND I HAVE A THOUGHT

I NEED A HAMMER

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Holding onto anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned. - Buddha