Who Is My Savior
The wind blows from the East towards the West.
Like a migrating bird, I have finally left my nest.
The Sun rises in the West and Sets in the East.
I am hungry, but it is on Life that I feast.
I have been stressing. I been stressing for a while.
This the type of habitual stress that weighs your heart down much like anchor weighs down a ship.
But this feeling, this feeling explodes and intensifies the speed of the fall.
So when it ends you don't land, you shatter.
Unlike Humpty I do put myself together.
Although I do lose some parts of myself to this whole.
I embark on the climb to fall again.
Something like Sisyphus I've been dammed
but I still don't understand why I'm willing.
Why this heart stays whole above all after all its endured.
Even the beat to which my heart skips deceives me.
I swear its the fall that makes it beat new peaks.
Is it so that I shatter to save my soul.
That if I were to keep whole on impact I would Penetrate Earths crust itself and find myself residing in Hell's hole.
Is Lucifer my Savior? Is He not Gods Dammed Angel like I am a Damned Son.
Should I let my heart fall into depths of darkness and the touch
the Oh So Cold Touch which has my hair erect with its Chilling Embrace.
This matter has me as indecisive as a child in a candy store.
I am not half as innocent but still I wish it was half as sweet.
I wish the World to be as sweet as honey and not make me have to choose.
Oh how sweet that would be.
Could not everything meet me half way?
If not whole.
Once more it is time for the fall.
Is this God's or Lucifer's call...
I close my eyes. Turn around.
And face the West.
For I am tired of watching the Sun set.
I am tired of endings.
I face the West and count my blessings.
I count many things.
The Sun Rises.
It was one Hell of a fall.
But in this moment in time I understand yes it was in fact,
Copyright © Hani Gholami | Year Posted 2014