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justam

There's hardly a way around it,
there's this big 'ol sun burning
it's burning, burning, burning
and I try to contain it
this obvious glow beneath my fingertips and lips
I feel it
a precious golden elephant in the pocket of my mind?
still I try to cover it up under a reliable tarpaulin
or under some leaf cloth camouflage
maybe it's under the busy days I keep?
or the pureness of our intentions?
or maybe beneath my lack of experience with dramatic action?

I've been living a quiet life for so long
I wonder how people do what they do sometimes
they leave home and admit to a change of heart!

they tear down large structures of lives
my concern for others has been completely paralyzing
how do people actually do it?
kinder to hide the light under the skin of everyday
for, believing that the everyday is separate,
it remains something apart but
there's hardly a way around it
it stays here, my extra heart fire, burning on…
not that I want to put it out
no, I won't try that again
having tried it already, I know it feels like a death
empty-pain, blank grief-stricken days

but I feel I'm getting tired of the tarp
the dull-colored camouflage and
the lack of directness I've been living with
I know how to do so much more
when my hands aren't completely tied behind my back!