that walks the line between the head and heart.
The valleys under curves and
edges softened in the glow of dusk
caught in the shadows that shelter.
A breath that slows,
carefully finding it’s way from the lips
Long enough to return whole.
Tender
Fragile
Determined
Forgiving
Vulnerable.
Open the soul,
Close the mind
Free the moment
to find it’s fire.
Let loose the angels and devils to play.
Where are we going, when we are chained to circles?
Running into the ground
our feet repeating each turn.
Round and round,
in what seems like a flurry.
Rushing to no where
as if the end game is in sight.
Life’s intoxicating journey
like a seduction of the senses
that makes us mad in their obsessions.
Our hands bound.
Our feet cursed.
Our inner voices deafening
when struggling to make weak
our spirits.
Fight on,
accept the moment
and then move forward.
There is no love in the embrace of that which holds us back.
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