Tired Trampling

More often than not

I speak words I don't mean

I hide my truths

To save my skin

sʞuıɥʇ ǝɥ ʇɐɥʍ s,ʇɐɥ⊥

...˙ɟlǝsɯıɥ o⊥

To save myself from hurt

I spin webs

To cocoon myself in shadow

He can't despise me

If he cannot see

My flaws, my raw sin!

Dripping in abomination and

Flecked with guilt.

...ʇɥɓnoɥʇ ǝɥ ʇɐɥʍ s,ʇɐɥ⊥

I act

I put myself on guard

I fear rejection

I fear falling down

Hard

So I carve a known legacy

To be safe rather than sorry

For who knows what people think?

Soon,

I look up from my feet to see

I was

I was walking down the path

worn with prints in the mud

that Bubble with the perspiration

of a people stained with sorrow

Of a people I follow.

Trudging along in boots caked with trampled dreams.

We shuffled along

and yet we walked alone.

Time to time

a newcomer wanders giddily into our midst

Exuding joy, and

Offering eagerness,

With dancing taps

With finger snaps......

With the spring in his steps

uncoiling---

---𝐒𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲----

His enchanting smile Becomes fixed

As he hears the rhythm of the feet.

The dreary tune resumes

A little louder.

Uninterrupted.

I see an end to the walk.

I bump into different selves

As we approach the bottleneck

Relief engulfs me

The sounds of the footsteps

Slowed accordingly

But Uncertainty jolts awake Within

Resignation.

I have forgotten

The journey's reason.

Ha ha.

( CONVERGENCE )

words unmeant can conceal realities

and soothe my soul

spare it from arcing hurt 

We spin webs to cocoon in tangled traceries

We won’t be despised if they do not see

Our bodies flawed, flayed raw by sin dripping 

abomination flecked with guilt.

We act 

putting ourselves on guard 

fearing rejection fearing falling down 

Hard

So we carve a legacy known

to be safe rather than sorry.

 

Soon we look up from our feet to see.

We were walking down the path 

worn with prints in the mud 

that Bubble with the perspiration

of a people stained with sorrow 

Of a people we follow.

Trudging along in boots caked with trampled dreams.

We shuffled along, alone.

Time to time 

again a newcomer wanders giddily into our midst

Exuding joy, offering eagerness 

with dancing tapping fingers snapping

with the spring in their steps 

uncoiling—slowly but surely.

Their smile becomes fixed,

as they hear the rhythm of the feet. 

The dreary tune resumes a person louder

Uninterrupted.

I see an end to the walk.

I bump into different selves

as we approach the bottleneck.

Relief engulfs me as the sound 

of footsteps slowed accordingly

But Uncertainty jolts awake within 

Resignation as I fall into deepness having 

forgotten 

the journey’s reason.

My feet smells.