Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Do You Know Me? (part 1)

Do you know me?

Or do you just think you do?

How often have you heard anger when I was crying out in pain?

[I know I have erected walls behind which I feel safe-ish.]

Did you ever climb over the wall to see what was on the other side?

I am right here.

I think all my insides are hanging out, visible through my eyes.

Aren’t they the windows of the soul?

[Or do mine just project black, empty space?]

Maybe that smoke I see through is not visible to you.

But I am here, behind my walls, desperately waiting to be rescued (from my own fortress).

[drafted in November, released now...] 

1 comment:

  1. "Sometimes you put walls up not to keep people out, but to see who cares enough to break them down." - (Attributed to various people, including Socrates)

    I understand your walls. I hope you can find ladders for both sides, to help others climb in, as well as to help yourself climb out.