caught apprehensively cowering beneath the weight of mistrust.

how can it be we believe in what we cannot see,

yet question intentions of those positioned to hold our hands?

 

oh to find exit from this life without the consequence of death.

to move from sharing shadows with our pain,

to standing UN-encumbered in the sun!

 

today i pause –

take refuge from my should.

 

today –

i pause –

weary traveler longing for the solace of home.

 

today i –

pause –

just long enough to catch my breath –

and as i close my eyes,

i dream of life beyond the fringe of discontent.

 

sorrow –

we entertain.

unaware we’ve closed the door to companion of contentment,

honored reservation with insecure –

and from this room,

no promenade of prohibition.

 

bound we remain,

by chains of (self-perceived) incorrigible inadequacy…