Sunday, April 22, 2012
Tug
I'm left empty.
Mind, body and soul.
No direction left.
Staring into a violently dug hole.
Your hands were law, nudging me which way to go.
Awakening a reality; a crazy possibility that only your hands could show.
Blindly I followed like a horse drawn to water,
but when no destination appeared my faith began to falter.
And together we nudged and then we pushed the core.
And we began fighting a deadly tug of war.
On each side of the rope stands a version of us both.
One shadow of us filled with anger... The other of us filled with hope.
We push and we shove. We stab and we bleed.
We tie ourselves up in hopes to succeed.
We flay ourselves alive and pull out our hearts
and bleed them both dry until they both fall apart.
We stare at the pieces that still pathetically beat;
still pulling on that rope; still trying to compete.
But we dug in our heels and we dug a huge hole.
We can't see each other over it or which way to go.
Our pieces are so scattered the wind has whipped them away
and our distance between seems such a long way.
I want to keep pulling but I'm dropping the rope
and cry as it slides down that rocky slope.
I'll search for some pieces as I stumble away.
Not trying too hard, as I know most will stay.
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