Holding Stones

So futile

This mind

That runs away

Blind

Yet proselytising

As if I have some great experience

That may aid you with yours

Yet

Behind closed doors

I am just the same mind

Jumping to conclusions

About everybody else

Just like everybody else

We are every bodies

In our own damn self

And with so many facets

Looking at these things

Which exist

Within

Russian dolls

Nestling in

A thousand facets

Under the skin

And under

And under

And under

Layers within layers

Running deep

How can we assume

Anything

About anyone

And what’s the point?

When the whole purpose of resurrection

Is to rise

Light things drift

I will never in a million years

Be able to obtain lift

With all these heavy thoughts

Weighing me down

Standing on the edge of a cliff

My wings spread out

“Lift”

I direct

But I cannot rise

Feathers fall

Skeleton wings crumble

And a thousand years pass

Still I stand here

Throwing all these heavy thoughts

Useless stones

To join the many below

“Lift”

I say

An old woman

With an old voice

And still

My hands keep clutching these stones

6 thoughts on “Holding Stones

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s