is this
the promise ?
~
dark stillness
tight lungs
wheeze, clench
~
appendages, choke
frantically, clawing
suffocating, ripping
drywall, shelving
~
frantically searching
light
~
some say
we’re only measured
by action
~
not intent
or words
~
~
Reblogged this on Geo Sans and commented:
day thirteen ~ my national poetry month website
🙂
I think we are measured by action – unfortunately. It’s a pity we don’t have an ability to read intention, we would understand each other a lot more. 🙂
reflected light
~
sometimes
internal understanding
becomes
an afterthought