becoming Jericho

 

oh my duplicitous Pygmalion!

while you were sleeping,

i was years away…

 

… trapped,

as you would say –

contained within my pre-assembled tomb of ambiguity.

but there is where i find –

i,

my – me…

 

and while you walk in circles

around my truth,

expecting walls of nonchalance to crumble,

i smile –

free of your contagious animosity…

 

how simply –

archaic!

your words,

so fervent in their request to be my savior –

however,

your eyes do not invite –

and your clinched fists can never hold these trembling hands…

cause

 


this post – 

specific – 

intended. 

undeniably – unobtrusive.

 

words that speak from a shrine of good intention.

words that speak to humble – 

humility.

 


words that speak from a platform of compassion –

across the silence of a room of doubt…

 

it seems –

sometimes –

the closer we become to who we are, 

the further away we move from our comfort zone.

 

 

suddenly the definition – 

the boundaries –

the allowed,

becomes muted. 

uncertainty colored gray replaces the black and white contrast.

is –

becomes could,

should gets consumed by can’t.

 

 

as we search for answers to questions we have not the courage to ask, 

our serenity disappears –

lost in the chaos of despair…



 

                                                             and effect

 

 


these words –

surreptitiously culled from dissertations of faith –

sermons of solidarity.

and yet i wonder if you hear them through the discord of your lamentations.

 

 


prayers – i pray.

application for license to disarm.

all the while –

you remain isolated –

entombed within a vault of disbelief.

unable to see over walls built to disallow insurgence of attack –

denigration of emotional stability –

 

 


that in effect,

have become prisons

of self-imposed

indifference…