Atlas folds

January 6, 2015

Let things happen, he says.

Three simple words and yet they carry the weight of the world.

This is no ordinary ask.

My mind whirls around, a dervish
Grasping at those words;
Ingest them.

They are too big.

Obstacles larger than David's lie before me.

Atlas cannot lift the stone sitting upon my chest.
He is not free to love me.

Not fully and yet that is all I seek.

It seems I search for an unknowable truth,
One that I can but discover within myself.

I can only truly be my biggest priority.
No other can fill that void.

Let things happen, he says.
Relinquish control.

Trust in the unknown.
Risk everything.

Shackles

January 6, 2015

He is shackled by norms,
Yet believes all is sound.

He tells me he can make no promises
And those words sit heavily upon my hear.

Am I to be another statistic?
Waiting for an end that will never come?

I search for truth in his words,
A sign that all will work itself out.

How have I managed to put myself in yer another impossibility?

Will this be my end or will light finally shine down upon me,
Rewarding me for years of trial and error?

My cynical brain interferes while my heart races with dread.
Will this be the end of me?