Who and What Am I ?
I am not the same person this year as I was last. Even as a prisoner, I have my seasons of the mind. Each year I have to fight to keep my soul aligned with forgiveness… Why?? If I don’t there shall be nothing left of me, except for a stare I wish not on any man or beast. I exsist within a human gutter. My eyes can not take in the daily beauty, no, the prison color gray can live as clouds in the cell-block and mind. Man is a creature of change, yet, I have had to repeat the same routine for over two decades. A repeating that can bring a certain madness. A madness not only seen by others, but also by thee, yes, by thee.
I often wonder what sad thoughts raced within the first human ever caged. I also wonder if the sick pleasured thoughts of the man with the keys were enjoyed. What were his true thoughts, as he looked down on the human soul looking back at him through the slight hole in the thick wooden door.
For I truely wish to pen of flower, sun, and song. Yet, of thee and thee, who then would view this blog… is that what is seeked, or is it the “gray-of-it” you seek ?
I am pretty popular within here, yet it’s not something I wished for caged. Never feel brave from my courage, for I am just a seasoned lion that cannot run afar to become that gentle bird. No, I remain here to roar. Most can only hear me through this computer screen. So, each night, whence thy head fist touches the pillow, wait, breathe light, and listen, listen for my roar.