moments. there is only so much
music one can bear. there is
only so much weight
one can carry. the answers
are both more complex
and simpler than we would like.
there will always be more steps
once the burden has been exhausted.
there are choices one makes.
perhaps they lead to freedom.
sometimes they make pain an ornament.
the way home is often poorly marked.
everything we see we see dimly.
you feel your way along the wall
and hope for a door.
a window does no one any good.
the truth is there is always a way in.
sometimes the way isn’t easy.nothing worth fighting for ever is.