Dragging thoughts out
into the light
watching them thrive,
or languish,
or turn to smoke.
Just a joke,
or a lie.
No radiance
without patience.
No purpose
without resistance.
Just an aimless ride,
the meter running the whole time.
Escaping out
through cracks in the façade.
Truth exudes
from the very eyes of God.
Prayers fly from lips,
like a thousand doves at once
and no one knows
what love is
without feeling irrelevant.
Letting it go
is the only way
to free your soul.
What is it
you’re really holding on to?
A vessel
cannot be filled
with something good
if it is
already full
of shit.
Pour it all out.
Let the rain come down,
clean and new
and you look around
to find
something good
to fill yourself.
Old bottles
hold their value.
No better vessel.
It’s okay
to be filled up again.
HG – 2022
