Pandora's Box

pepper

Sitting, uncomfortably.
So I fold my arms to belong to someone… safely.
To belong to me.

Holding the closest thing that I’ll ever have to a daughter, or a mother
or a lover who softens memories of church bells with a look
that reaches nothing more than my present belief that emptiness
is a garden filled with light
that this
is the place where people grow.

So please, resist your need
to shift my faith to a place where TV’s read reality like Greek myths
Where I watch;
eyelids peeled back till they blink up thunderstorms and chaos clouds
on shaking grounds that swallow earthquakes, in a bid to ache…a little less
I watch
them opening Pandora’s box
letting loose the fear that keeps us all choking
choking on our coping mechanisms, here’s our token
for not being broken and questionable folk
not while they keep offering us…
hope.

But, I’ve fallen down wishing wells, and I can tell you
that there aren’t any tunnels leading to the ocean
that I’ve caught wishes on my tongue, and sung them… back
because that
is the only way anyone is ever going to hear them.
and you wonder why your broke
well its because hope… doesn’t float
its heavy and full, and waiting
at the bottom of some well
for some?… well
that’s what they’ll tell you.

So I fold my arms to belong to someone… to belong to me… comfortably
In a garden of light
Right
Now.

acrossssSsssshittt

pepper wrote:

But, I’ve fallen down wishing wells,
...
and you wonder why your broke
well its because hope… doesn’t float