Peering out as from behind a veil, seeing, but not seen.
Feeling, but not felt.
A faint shadow noticed, yet unrecognized.
As a gentle wind drifts across the shape of a more solid soul,
Conformed, yet having no form.
Ache though I do to step from the shadow, there it is I remain until
My existence, my worth, to be bestowed by the one who calls.
Physical form offers fleeting hope of life whole, but to behind the veil I will be
Callous indifference the cause of my condition, possibly.
Benign familiarity though seems the more likely culprit.
Unknowing, both summoned and summoner are imprisoned, sedated on the
monochrome tapestry of rote daily life. Complacent in ignorance, can escape
be found with captivity unrecognized?
Realization visits but one. Blame not, for what binds one binds the other.
Wake to our state and give name to our bonds. Grieve for our captivity,
Let us then run together as one toward the light.