Only in snatches of thought, brief
moments when emotion cracked
the thick shell of duty, did I
consider escape. To walk away
wasn’t reasonable and I fed
reason with my life. Cracks, however,
have a way of growing, often
imperceptibly, until one day
things break wide open.
When it happened, reason
reached for the spackle, but
emotion said, “No. It is time
to live,” and soul
poured through the cracks,
free.
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