Liberation
Laying in bed last night Royce staring at my profile says to me, "You know, this is an opportunity to close a door and start something different."
I know.
I can see it all. But what? What do I do now? This has been my question for many months...
When I said that he lifted his shoulders and went, "Anything you want."
"Anything I want" was a lot easier when I wanted what I had. That's all changed now. It must be like being released from confinement and the door opens to a blinding sun and it's hard to look at and you recoil from the brightness of it. The expectations of it. I can remember telling my friend J how much I like overcast days and one of the reasons is the expectations of an overcast day are lower than that of a beautiful sunny day. A day that beckons you into it to do something with it.
I don't want to do anything right now.
So don't.
Ok, I think I won't.
I know.
I can see it all. But what? What do I do now? This has been my question for many months...
When I said that he lifted his shoulders and went, "Anything you want."
"Anything I want" was a lot easier when I wanted what I had. That's all changed now. It must be like being released from confinement and the door opens to a blinding sun and it's hard to look at and you recoil from the brightness of it. The expectations of it. I can remember telling my friend J how much I like overcast days and one of the reasons is the expectations of an overcast day are lower than that of a beautiful sunny day. A day that beckons you into it to do something with it.
I don't want to do anything right now.
So don't.
Ok, I think I won't.
posted by SPOA | 10:53 AM
4 Comments:
Royce is right, you know. This is the last one for now; it's dark here and I'm off into the snow. Didn't I tell you that there is more to the whole situation than we may ever know?
Did you know you rhymed?
Into My Own
One of my wishes is that those dark trees,
So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze,
Were not, as 'twere, the merest mask of gloom,
But stretched away unto the edge of doom.
I should not be withheld but that some day
into their vastness I should steal away,
Fearless of ever finding open land,
or highway where the slow wheel pours the sand.
I do not see why I should e'er turn back,
Or those should not set forth upon my track
To overtake me, who should miss me here
And long to know if still I held them dear.
They would not find me changed from him the knew--
Only more sure of all I thought was true.
Freedom can be scary ~ until we give it our love.
I'm not ignoring you anonymous. I'm still trying to figure out what it means... :)
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