Self Expression
Into the self,
a trip inside the ego,
the altered world,
a place to distract, hide, discover.
Unique as a bean out of place,
or lonely as a stray cat in the rain.
A time forgotten comes thundering forth,
now seeing,
upon reflection,
to write, paint, compose,
feeling the way,
inch by inch,
or in a sudden burst of fire,
driving home the expression,
the spelling out a world,
in doing so,
silence is destroyed,
a void of fearful darkness,
in which the nothing of our lives,
of accomplished insignificance,
looks us right in the face.
The familiar the ball and chain drags at the leg,
pulls, and tires,
impossible to keep going,
must stop, can't keep this up,
but now as I sit down at my desk,
an ember starts to glow,
and my hand begins to write.