Power
A thick weight
smooth with rounded edges
for easy handling
hard in calloused hands and slippery
but for a white knuckled grip
held straight even
high and steady
barred above a tight chest
a tight breath ripples
just a slight quiver in a single heave repeated
A gold banded pen
capped and tucked away in dark silk
filled with silvery black ink
held in soft hands that carry
with a smile
or a bowed head
the weight
of hundreds of millions of people's lives
rewriting history
A gauge that holds no measure
exponential
limitless
opportunity
to expand
broaden
collide
letting the present instant guide
the practice
A spark bursting
contained
trapped in molded glass
or bouncing of hardened rubber
or racing down a wire
always just a little lost
somewhere in-between
out there
striking down
A choice
a voice
sharp
sweet
and shapeless
wriggling
restrained
released as is
This strength that leaves you weakend
wanting more and begging for this to end
The power of just another paradox
Copyright © I.Spit.Ink Saruhrosen | Year Posted 2017
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