CPoetry

the heart points in the direction that seeks it. ::: has life turned your soul to granite? with every two efforts forward, you find three enemies have set you back? tell me, are you your only helper? you might argue you have  help, but often there is a lack of allowance to be  helped; a kite cannot fly against the wind; for Pete's sake, let out your line, and allow yourself to be lifted and carried with  the wind! watch your soul erode to the weightlessness of the clouds. ::: we tend to fear our story untold, so we attempt to write the next chapter. the amount of confidence possessed for the character of ourselves in the future is--- inflated, ineffectual. oftentimes, it is our inner pages the must turn first...

you impart wisdom, clues. sprinklings of serendipity. tumultuous seas to fare. stones of enlightenment that await a step; you are my destiny. ::: when do we decide to stop hiding? when do we unfold our petals into the light of another? must there first be an exchange of trust? could it be the solidification of loyalty? might it just be intuition? or is it a simple yearning to be understood? all of us---starved for one to read the anthology of our lives and not walk away... the common plea for the recognition that our story is worth telling. ::: how long will you carry your yesterdays? how often will you plant your tomorrows? how far will you live away from the present? how soon will you allow today to bring you home? ::: the harmony of the human spirit left when we intellectualized the whole of the self is more "easily" comprehensible when partitioned.