June 7th 2019
Not a precipice, not a fork in the road.
I know where I am going is just the bridge and I think it is safe to cross
but the water under it brings fear
Will the bridge give way?
Will I fall forever?
Have my casual swim lessons prepared me to save my own life?
What if I am not supposed to do this alone?
What if this was never the plan of humanity…
What if I am able to feel safe and secure with the people I know?
What if I am allowed to be my true self regardless of rules?
What if “the plan” was for me to become fully me?
What is the journey I am on now leads me to something more beautiful than what others have planned for me?
Perceptions twisted. A life conflicted.
A word convicted of something it never was meant to be.
Surface rising. Questions surprising.
A love compromising to be where it’s “supposed” to be.
Chaos turned sorrow. Breath just borrowed.
Waiting for tomorrow in hopes it will be what it should be.
A description of darkness seems too dark in the light.
A perfect picture of light is too bright in the darkness.
The answer seems not enough with questions still lingering.
The questions seem too simple when the answer is given.
Reality on the surface seems to pull everything together.
Once things are realized the known becomes unknown.
In life we are unable to comprehend death.
In death are we able to comprehend life?