Tethered to nothing but a wish and a dream
Floating in unsettling gravity
Grappling for a branch or twig to grasp onto
A mere ledge to hold you afloat
In this life there are but few certainties
You will be born into a world of instability
Haunted by fears that infect your decent soul
Festering like a canker sore
Swelling with anxiety
Throbbing with the dull pain of confusion
This thing called life isn’t for the weak or feeble
Life is a beast with an armory of weapons
Weapons that aren’t designed to draw blood or glide through flesh like a subway train
Life’s artillery strips away the very essence of you
Peeling back layer after layer of your soul like an onion about to be chopped into a winter stew
Over time you don’t even recognize the layers you lost.
You glare at yourself in the mirror and see a person you don’t know.
A creation whose existence you missed being created.
Who is this person that peers back at you?
This being with the hollow eyes and flat-line smile
This being with the glow of a bat’s cave
Dark, Dim, and Gloomy
Face strained by the pressures of life’s heavy demand.
Your soul, a faint whisper of the bullhorn it used to be.
To be that person you use to be
Burden-less and free
With as many cares and worries as the eagle soaring above the sea.
But how do you get back?
Once your shoulders are stacked with cinderblocks
Let me tell you how
Close your eyes
Think about a place
When your shine rivaled that bright star hanging above high
Do you have it?
Do you see it?
Is it in your mind’s eye beckoning that smile to reemerge on your languid face?
You see that person radiating with joy, glee and confidence?
Now, hold onto it and feel your soul rise from the ashes like a Phoenix
Be the you
You were destined to be
You were born to be
For that’s the person immune to the beast of life.