A pondorous essence embraces the cognitive being of my soul
Forces roam Free through the Corridors of my mind.
There is much resistance to stand up against an
Unrelenting attack of Truth.
I want none of this.
Stagnation is Favorable.
I am settled into a pattern,
Like the web of a spider.
The wild wind can blow the web broken,
Tho is can be mended,
Unlike the twisted somber existance of my Paths.
To many thoughts of what is and was.
Cannot break the chains Forged by failure...
A circle surrounds me.
Each stationary form holds pieces of the emotional Earth.
Hope floods into me forming a Hammer,
Breaking through the barriers
Constructed by the farthest recesses of self.
The Hammer is real?
Weight laying heavily upon my grasp-
The circle is gone.
What is left are roads;
Roads eminating from my standing center,
Reaching to the distant horizons.
No longer do the roads penetrate me and constain my soul.
Now they spill out from me like the raging beauty of the rapids,
Thank you to the shadows for standing with me,
Love in every sparkle, forming a true physical reality.
Thank you for removing the Thunderous Clouds before my desolate eyes.
Without you, Existance is nothing more but a fleshy substance.
Without you, my mind still be locked behind bars;
As the key dangles just far out of reach, mocking the futility
That kept convincing me of Truth I denied.
