The Unknown
You have to trust it.
The feeling or your heart growing a mouth saying to you:
"That's it."
Words repeat in your mind like a jungle drum
and your eyes dart from the light, cause of it's significance brights
and the tiny minuscule openings on your skin; trillions,
are breathing in and out from the chase of questions that have been thrown.
Could you watch this time?
Have you been able to before?
When did you start knowing yourself?
Have you ever known...of...yourself?
Could you watch the sun dim, while the night yawns?
Is life, life that you have been living?
Suddenly, there is no light in your eye anymore,
because your body has return to that ritual.
That comfortable pace of numb, that is so soothing
like a tub filled with warm water, but if you sleep,
you will surely drown...
Don't let that sudden rush escape into the bawls of hesitation,
let it break you and make your sweat that cold sweat of fear
and take you somewhere that fears you most:
The Unknown
Copyright © Jessica Arteaga | Year Posted 2010
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