When the world knows who to look for
And how to spend their seconds
What will you say when
Your palms are empty with choices?
When the clicks are in tune without you and
Their sounds know where to go
When you run to find the oceans
Have all but dried up
And you've been looking in all the wrong places
What will you have left, to call yourself?

A container with infinite capabilities
Holding
Memories
Holds
Possibilities
Contains concern, doubt, mistrust
Isolation

The emptiness is full
Filled with shapes
Things indescribable
Trapped within
No escape
No
Escape

Contain, hold, isolate
Same meaning, different capabilities
Choose the container’s purpose
Close it with a thought
Open it
To unveil your next path

Here I wait resting on the door jamb
standing betwixt and between
shall I stay here or drop my hand,
move beyond what I’ve known and seen?
What will be out there to my left and right
where will the next step take me from here?
They said danger is there out of my sight -
threats, jinxes, and disease if that step I dare.

But if I move back into the shady cool
I’ll be safe in this cozy inner space.
Being in between without old rules
not knowing the beyond I’ll face
is scary but this is a journey of revelation
even if sacrifice and loss is in this race
I trust I will find peace and inspiration.

i used
                        to believe
                              thru the very core
                        of my being

                        with all i had
                                       was
                                       could fathom




            then.
  

                          THEN.       ­         


                                         T.         H.         E.         N.
    


                                  the unfathomable.



      when             faith
                     should have held me


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                  falling

                                   into an a                 s
        
                                                  b   ­       s

                                                       ­ y




                                    devoid of
      
                         rope       or.           ladder
                                    







perhaps
             a shift in my gaze



     might      
                    carry me

                              out on gabriel’s wings