Thursday, April 19, 2007

My Angel


Angel said she's still scared
Still holding back how she feels
Holding emotions right there in her fist
Crunching them with five brown fingers
Refuses to let them go
Her hand shaking in pain
But strong enough to stay

She said that she has to hold back
Like a barracade
She stops herself from feeling
Kicks her feelings in the stomach
Pains them from evolving
Slaughters their emmersion
Blocks everything that could be

Angel needs time to tell
It's still all clear as mud
Like crystals sinking in the dirt
A dirty window without a prayer
Desperately wanting to see
But realizing the impossibility
Only a blurry view available

She wants to wait
See what happens
Sit back for a while on her haunches
Like a panther in the patch
Peering through the shrubble
Discerning her surroundings
Rationalizing her approach
Letting the revelations unravel

Angel said she needs space
Along with a precious item called time
Items she keeps close to her breasts
Next to her beating heart
It's pumping palpatations keeping her warm
In a cold lonely place
Where she creates space and time
For herself
By herself

She wants to plant her feet into sand
Not permanent
But not easy to move
She'll be ready to dig
Like a madman in a hurry
In desire of fresh freedom
Not quite now
But in the far out future

Angel wants to do it alone
Abandon outside influences alone
Deafen the sounds around her
hallow out the perceptions
Create vast halls of silence
Enlcose herself in sounds of nothing
Pure silence

Let the truth reveal itself
In time you won't be afraid
Ready and able to move
Excited to take a leap
Until then
Timidly wait
Quietly watch




Copyright © 2007 j.a.c.

1 comment:

Blu Jewel said...

WOW! That was truly great. I really enjoyed reading that.

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