Sometimes poetry allows you to say things more clearly by giving the reader more space. My feeble attempt in describing faith-driven growth.
I want to get up and move more. The comfort of this couch seems to have shackled me down, not allowing me
to go where I want. I struggle against these shackles not for first time, not for the last, but every day.
I want to get the key to the shackles, I want them removed, to get out and live life, but I’m afraid
my legs will break when I stand for the weight they need to hold is heavy, not changing, constantly forced down by the pull
of an incessant force. even if I could stand, I doubt I could move. my legs may hold the
unbearable weight, but to pick them up, balancing for a brief moment on just one of them, should surely
cause them to buckle. I can’t face that, tears roll down my face, running from the thought of failure. I want
that key. I can see it, I know what it looks like, and in my mind, I know what it feels like.
I turn away, and look out a window past myself, past the consciousness of the shackles.
I am a bird.
I go where I want. There is no doubt in my mind where I will go I just don’t know where it is.
I don’t really care either I just want freedom, going from place to place flying to get there, watching
the world move below with nothing to hinder me here. I want to open the sky with a key that leads to an adventure and freedom.
I am music.
There are rules so I sound right, so that I resonate with the one that plays my key. We become the same and have a
synergy of all other strings played in our key. I make up the sounds to the dream life of angels.
I am a business man.
The keys to my success are laid out in successive order. Following each one leads to a satisfying life that doesn’t involve second hand clothing.
I am out of Eden,
shackled to my couch,
ready for life
holding the key.