Maybe for a second,
a thought came-
rose high and then suddenly with no sense of belonging
died therein.
Not only today-
but everyday
one or two of those thoughts come
rise above and dive down to plunge somewhere unknown everyday
#TheRealityForThisLife !
Metta!
America drains you, drains you to bits at times.
And then I realize as a woman, I have always lived a drained life even though I have been trying to be the strongest one. Strongest one--in telling what I want, what I need, and where my aspirations are. Still weak-- still being hesitant to say so many things and just shutting myself down. That's easy, I guess, rather than draining. But yet you drain!
Metta!
Will I write?
Write that, what grieves me or troubles me or shouts at me?
Will I ever write?
Write that, which is unknown but I want to know,
That, what is never spoken of but howls at its own.
Will I ever write?
Metta!
