An Urge To Slip Beneath Old Skins

Rise up,

All those who've

Sunken down

Into the spongey,

Earthen ground!...

...I wish I could collect

Myself

In times of deep

Distress...

The urge to slip

Beneath old skins

Grows great

As hearts arrest.

Rise up,

All those who've

Sunken down

Into the spongey,

Earthen ground!...

We must face what

Evades the soul!...

...There's truths that

We deny...

Black shells are drying

In the sun...

...And soon

No place to hide

Will be left as

An option for

Our spirits on the

Run...

Rise up,

Right now,

While there's still

Some

Light that pours

Into

Your room...

...Air out your

Pockets!...

It's time to bloom,

And see what's on

The other side...

The day and night!...

...The black,

And white...

It's not that way...

...We have a crack

That we can climb

Through

If we try...

It's always waiting,

Ever so sly...

©

2017

Bunny Villaire