Suspended animation – apt descriptor for a culture mesmerized by screens, distractions altering perspectives – how few the non-adherents, whose focus remains firmly forward facing.
All relationships have walls, the therapist offered Walls, I could handle – build a ladder, scale – seems there was no help for the vortex
Nine months of incubation – dark, watery womb of life – emerge to blinding brightness, learn to covet the light – yet our soul struggles,
Stitches, I’ve had a few Casts and splinters and slings Avoided the C-word Radiation not needed Surgery did the trick Some scars invisible Underlying lesions
Imagine befriending genius – accepting social awkwardness embracing habitual quirks as incubation for enlightenment. If I could strip down, release preconceived notions, agendas, lie naked,
Found a key stashed away forgotten origin unknown purpose equally mysterious an inkling seeping regret – too late realization dawns – I’m the keeper and