Don’t speak
of what is inside.
Don’t give life
to your fear.
Inside you are caught up
in a million hallways;
a labyrinth
of catacombs.
Reaching out would be a futile gesture,
genuine
though your intent may be.
Reaching inside,
is like sticking your hand
in a bee hive,
or a lion’s mouth.
When did your true nature
become so treacherous,
that you’d rather divide,
than return whole?
You know you’re the only one
that can fix you,
right?
Or have you relinquished control?
Solitude is alive,
but if you wither,
then you didn’t drink
the water that surrounds you.
Choices aren’t easy
and circumstances are a bitch,
but there’s no more time,
no tomorrow left to say
“I can wait.”
“I’m okay.”
The scales are falling away.
You’re going to feel everything.
You can’t hide from the day
that the end will take you.
The deadline approaches
and we didn’t want to watch you die.
We don’t want to hear you scream.
Your words always came true
and you didn’t even notice.
So confused,
you moved on so quickly.
There’s got to be
some touchstone out there for you.
Some certainty
and I hope you find it
before you die,
‘cause we’re all gonna go
sometime.
So Keep your head up,
your mouth shut
and your eyes wide.
HG – 2017
