Be Careful What You Read
It's funny how someone's simple sentiment can stop you dead in your tracks
Exhaling air in volumes so vast it feels as if it will never leave your body
Whilst simultaneously, desperately, trying to draw more life into your lungs
Creating a longing in you that before... that... exact... moment
You didn't know existed
Unmasking seeds of desire from the deepest corners of your soul
Overwhelming, a torrent of questions tumbling and turning at lightning speed
Does such inner happiness exist?
Is contentment tangible, a prospect for some and not a mis-sold dream
Have I become unhinged by their reality - or are they deluded, in denial and living in mine
The enormity hits
HARD
A crushing weight, drowning, akin to a fearsome tide
What if?
What if I hadn't stopped to read
What if I had scrolled on by
Would my mind be considered damaged...tortured...
Has it now been freed?
Does a realisation, an acknowledgement, a need release you
Or does it bring the heaviness of inadequacy, the burden of conscious thought
Copyright © Alunamda Yokwe | Year Posted 2021
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