Unknowing of where you’ve been,
where have you travelled?
Where has your mind taken you?
Is it to the edge of your despair?
Are you aching,
begging to be heard without any
Does this strike a chord?
Do you wish you could move on quicker
to achieve your goals
within your dreams?
Is there a hollow in you
needing to be filled?
Measurements two by two,
or maybe just a clearer view.
I hate to see you in distress,
you feel you hide it well,
and from the world you want to encase yourself,
a solid armour,
where the wind and sound will
rush over your body and not even care,
you will find that anonymity there.
And huddled in the tunnel you’ll be,
against the thick of a storm which strangely frees you
from hefty concerns and worries
which drag, drag you down,
and now you’re just a molecule
or a large particle
against which beats the busy air.
I can sense your freedom now
in the darkness,
in the shadows of that tunnel,
some may find such a situation
but you, dear,
are released by the air,
being pounded by winds is no trouble,
each gust dispels care upon care.
© 2020 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.
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