there may be a time
I will unravel
as my body travels along this path
of unwinding my separate self
from my family fate
and so often we wear a blindfold
only guided by this soul cry
that resonates from ages past
weaving themes within themes within themes
lost in a forest
of wild animals
can we make friends with the call
of fractured instinct
that echoes
and pull us on this quest
there is a time I lay
my body and will
drowning
in pools of tears
there was age old anxiety and fear
still to rise up
still to bear
and so it seemed I was lost
but at least I knew it
at least I tried in some way
to reach deeper
but who knows even now
if i was not
just
fooling myself
