Bermuda Society of the Arts
Questions,
loiter at the steps of mind.
Thicket of clouds drape on shoulders,
A weary heaviness blooms.
Bones quake,
the weight,
Jarring.
Knees buckle,
as the restless rumble,
feeds rumination.
Mantra like,
peeling at the purity,
the sanctity of it all.
Looming,
It asks,
Incessantly,
If I continued on my quest for true self expression,
If I fought with my teeth,
If I refused to submit,
If I embraced chaos,
and shunned the haze,
Will you still love me?