Unabashed Confusion II -Who am I?
Who am I?
A bleary image through
rain streaked windows,
a wish devoid of substance –
lost on dandelion breezes –
a sigh in the ears of the deaf.
I crack my lips with
unspoken questions and declarations.
I am complete stillness, for once
I am the thirty pieces of silver,
enclosed in frayed
betrayal, sitting coarse beside ten-thousand
glittering bricks of solid gold.
Still I call to you, through
wreathes of inferiority –
still I reach for you, through
misty veils and storms –
still I plead with you,
rosy with hope and
unabashed in confusion.