Saturday, August 15, 2020

Be at Peace

 Am I wrestling the world?

or am I wrestling only myself?
can I break the law?
or only break myself upon it?

I have a sense,
I should have purpose,
but my purpose is like a twinkling mist dancing at my fingertips,
not for grasping,
only for following,
without a single promise.

Who laid these expectations on my neck?
Who shackled me behind life's oxen?
I look over my shoulder hoping for rescue,
and wishing at the mountains.

 

8th August 2017 
TWH
Thomas Poe


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