Vantage Point
Life trickled through an hourglass of hurt
Oozing not soothing a nectar of stagnation
He turned the pivot upside and downward
But the aperture never shifted its focus
Narrow and confined he felt trapped inside
Squeezed from outside and within the pain
A kaleidoscope of constricted reflections
Or a rushing mirage on a twisted horizon
He had to shed the load on his shoulders
Trim the drippings of foul shaped remains
Crash the distorted mirror into mere shards
Cut loose from expectations’s compression
Over endless time he began to understand
Surrender requested a change of perspective
And thus he suspended both ends of the timer
From the wild tree of life grappling for meaning
He seized the right angle and remained still
For a succession of a few tranquil moments
Mesmerized he cradled himself from below
Closed his sad eyes and floated above himself
The world flowed on its own without pressure
Began to gather momentum as quietude shaped
A constant reminder that outlooks may change
When seizing the core rather than flawed outlines
When he attempted to measure his progress with
Formulae equations and axioms the centre reverted
To the unwanted chronograph of crushing oppression
And reminded him that letting go meant not to hold on
14th May 2020
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