#210
There is a blasphemy
when we don’t rise again
when we don’t pick ourselves up
that doesn’t mean that we can’t raise our hand
that doesn’t mean we need to fair alone
quite the opposite
of course we deserve the help and aid,
kindness and compassion,
but we must help as well
we must rise for others
stand up despite our wounds
to encourage others to heal through theirs
yes i am cut,
but i can still stand,
yes i carry pain
but i do not let that burden crush me,
by lifting ourselves
do we support others
it is within you
it is within me
guided by the Sun
guided by the Moon
we rise we rise we rise
and we illuminate the darkness
for others.
#211
The movement of
infection. What a
horrifying thing.
The unstoppable spread
scorched Earth from end to end
to end it all. How do i move
fourth? How do i save
them?
#212
Sometimes embracing all her
shadows feels like picking roses
the nicks and cuts
the stings under the sweet spell
i have to remember
to pause to smell,
i have to breath those shadows deep
and plunge
into the fire
into the depths
in the darkness unto the abundance of light
i have never seen a true absence
#213
i have heard their histories
or rather the stories we are told,
i have been to the sites
where the profane lives i’m told
i’ve been told of the scared
i’ve been told of the holy
and i don’t believe it lives in any
single territory.
i don’t believe it can be cultivated by blood.
i believe in good water
i believe in nice views
i believe we made the best
from where ever we choose
where the sacred bears no witness
it lives like silent, falling trees,
when the profound happens in prisons
in the horrors and hollows
then the site is within thee,
the good views are found from angles
and perspectives, revealed in mirrors,
reflected in water, in quiet, in pause,
when you sit, where you sit,
is where you may return home,
choose good company
choose good water
choose to house the good,
and feel it through your toes.
#214
As if it wasn’t
already hard enough.
Ok, now this.
Extra burdens
Ok, i can handle it
But wait! It gets
Worse! Crippled
from the knives of
friends, drilling your mind
with anxieties, bleeding
sanctity, safety
it would all be so comical
if it was only me
that suffered.
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-Mr. Write