when my ancestors told me
that life always
hangs in the balance
I never imagined
that what my soul
was hanging from.
am I an outstretched arm
waiting to be pulled?
or is a
metaphysical noose
tied around my bodiless neck?
constantly grasping for breath,
always in the shadow of death.
- n.t.p.
Mar 5, 2020
Mar 5, 2020 at 2:10 PM UTC
when my ancestors told me
that life always
hangs in the balance
I never imagined
that what my soul
was hanging from.
am I an outstretched arm
waiting to be pulled?
or is a
metaphysical noose
tied around my bodiless neck?
constantly grasping for breath,
always in the shadow of death.
- n.t.p.