Really just an amateur trying my hand at this.
Life flowing, swirling, around us. Teasing some, that feel it’s pull, to step wholly, unabashedly into the flow. Allowing themselves, to be lead past any normal limits, regardless of the outcome.
By Katie 4 years ago in Poets
His quiver is always full, an endless supply of arrows. Dipped in poison. He has never failed to notch and release. His aim, to wound. To punish.
Old and twisted, it stands resolute. It’s wood seemingly petrified. Hardened in death by sun and air, still it seems to possess some life.
The wall rose up before them, up into the clouds it went. They all stood astonished, as to what this wall meant. They saw nothing of what lay beyond, no person could they see.
When you’ve turned the last page, when there is no more to be said, should we close the book? Should I, close this book? This story that has been my life to this point.
He sat molded to the bench, his bench. His emotions a frozen heart. Managing to appear, disinterested. His defense was a well practiced grumpy demeanor.
What forest? he said, “All I see are trees.” Blinded was he, to not see, what stood before him. “What proof have you” he uttered “Of this forest you talk of”
Is it? Having waited for decades, having stifled myself forever. Never allowing myself to live.....for myself. Is it? Now, my time.
It was, as if, a wind had pushed me, guided me. But no wind stirred, no breeze guided. I was drawn. Unknowing, my steps were my own, without thought, but still coerced somehow.
I’m knee deep and waiting, waiting for the fear to abate. Daily I wade in to my knees, wanting to go deeper. But I’m tethered to the shore. The safety of the shore.
If, a word we’ve all become accustomed to. “If only” we all say. Coulda, shoulda, woulda, but. Didn’t. If........it rules large in my mind, gaining a life of it’s own. Fed by my many wishes.
Tumbling, spinning, runaway life. Even sitting still, it gains speed. Rushing past in blurred days. Never pausing, always forward, burning my days, despite attempts at slowing the pace.
