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disarmed

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…

 

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…

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bound to a fate i cannot escape, i stop by briefly to expunge the demons... care to join me?

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