For the cost of sanity,
I ask the questions
People do not want to hear.
Is it fear that holds them back?
Scared to face the truth they lack,
is it more, I think I know, than ego?
More it can’t be so, than what if,
The worries of being cut adrift
Amidst a shit-storm
of biblical proportions.
Mind contortions, must surely
Flip-flop the stomach,
Hasten the heartbeat
cause the breath to catch
If only, for a moment,
While the thought is shushed away
Into a pool of silence
Swirling in the darkness
Of the mind, waiting and then
Once again, the question rises
evidence dances to the surface
that can’t be ignored, twirling
tales so tantalasing of old ways
of better days, but first…
the mirror calls, to see
we must look deep, beyond
the known, into the unknown
the wilderness where wishes
and fantasy become reality.
and love truly conquers all.
Writing for Freedom 