Awareness a pile about the trodden footprints from which one cannot sift out the clarity of wisdom.
The facade hemmed too high to disguise the pretence any longer:
Worthless.
Too short the reach?
Too far the journey?
History gripping, regardless of truth, striking blows upon raw,
bloodless wounds.
Phrase,
forgotten long by delivery, oozes from the open flesh of injury
Splattering pointless upon the transparent shield
Of the self torturing mind.
Worthless.
Cast amid the hungered jaws of the self involved,
Sacrifice to wants,
Ready price to relinquish
Upon the caged desires of the shallow.
Disloyalty ripples from core to perimeter of the performer.
The mirror cries
Worthless.
The mirror, fragmented, tainted by dishonor,
marred by the withering esteem of those casting response.
Incomplete in reflection, the mirror
Lies.
The clouded veil drawn by falsity is weighty, resistant…
Lift the veil.
All within screams hollow and
Worthless.
Lift the veil.
Injury strikes blindness, vision impaired of the truth within.
You are abundant within you…
Lift the veil.
Melissa Hocking 2010
No comments:
Post a Comment