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Inner Sanctum

INNER SANCTUM

The eyes reveal a man’s inner world
Laying bare his demons 
Those who seek to know him better
May glimpse the truths he guards 
Carefully within

Illuminating what he feels he must hide 
The eyes  
Drag us in 
Captivating us
Bringing many questions to the fore 

The depth of despair he inhabits
Causes a tear of pity to suddenly appear
Highlighting our humanity  
Despite a stranger he may be 

Body language says things unsaid
Highlighting issues veiled and cautious words 
Wish to smother 
The evident spasms of movement
Are at odds with protestations
Of I am ok
 
Emotions that tempestuously wage war 
Within our psyche must find a way out
No fool proof self-control plan exists
That can stop a tear drop 
When life’s burdens have become overwhelming

If we are to quell the burning rage we often feel 
And try so hard to contain 
We must open up occasionally
Laying ourselves bare 
Letting people in
If only fleetingly 

A man with no issues 
Or burdens to bear 
Is a man no longer alive to witness
The turbulence of life 
A consuming rage is what life can often be 
Interspersed with calm glades 
That graciously provide healing time 
And let’s a soul mend and recoup 

Pride can deter that needed solace 
From those held dear 
Or those in tune to the vibes the needy emit 

People do care 
The burden of helping can be great 
But a friend can be found 
Both new and old
Who can bear if just for a while 
The load of what some may find
Excessively hard to carry alone 

Life is for living 
Assess what you have before you reach out 
For what you think you must have 
Accept the skin you’re in 
There are many ways to enjoy 
The gift of living

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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