Building Tension

Like a brick-by-brick castle unfolding. with scaffolding Petals after petals of distress go on unfolding. Feelings of hurt, ache, uncertainty, and anxiety Like rust in iron, it pokes and corrodes my gaiety. Is it my physique, which is ill within, that causes pain? Is my psyche, like a parched, cracked earth, screaming to be sane? Like a termite-eating piece of art, I crush and crumble. On the rocks of my sadness and loneliness, I stumble. Is my blood boiling like water at 100 degrees Celsius? My fear, anger, and pessimism make me nefarious. My unmet needs, relational plights, and suppressed powers Have grown in my orchard of hearts, like cannabis flowers. I should come out of tension, like chicks out of shredded shells. I should, like a lotus, raise my head from these marshy wells. I should allow the graces of the sole spirit to flow. Like the lilies of wild fields, by divine glows, I must grow.