caetano

Words Unsaid
The attraction of inaction is just so damn subtle.
Here I sit, listening to the spirits in my head,
Wishing I had not left so many things unsaid.
Hoping that tomorrow I will be better,
That it will not be so very hard to just live,
And love myself enough,
To be the All of me that I have the potential to ...
Be.
I listen, they speak,
I move...
But, do I seek,
To find him..To find me?
To know what if feels like to be ..
Free.
Free to listen and to hear, to not judge or ...
Be-Grudge anyone anything,
Not now , not ever...
To just be better.
Not different,
Just full and fruitful, harmonious and at Peace.
I sit wondering and wandering around..
In my own self, in my own soul,
Wondering how I got here,
What brought me to this space...
Inside my head, inside my heart,
Seeing the end,
But, not how to start?
Listen, all of you, listen to me...
It is time I stood up,
and learned not how to please, or succumb,
Not how to placate, put at ease, or thrum..
On anyones ego, or their pride, their holds over me...
Their grip on my person, NOT how to bow down to their authority,
Position or influence.
No, rather just how to be real, be all, be large or small, calm or quick..
Slow down when need be..
Speed up out of necessity,
and in the end..
Not bend enough to break..
But only to see the end and go..
To begin...to be free
Not to be everything to everyone all of the time...
But to just finaly, wholly, without explanation or excuse...
Bring forward, topside...
From inside..
All of those words unsaid...
Until all you see...
All you know ...
All you experience unending...
Is...without question
ME.






SAE