17 September 2008

release (phoenix)

The velvet cushion of my chair
Has very gracefully shaped
Itself around my poor backside;
I’ve sat here for so many years
Listening to all their struggles
Comforting all of their tears

In their eyes, I am a mountain
Large enough to never climb
Strong enough to hold their sorrow
Wise enough to see the light
At the dark end of the night, and
Gently guide them to tomorrow

He looks at me, a quest for answers
She looks at me, searching for strife
They look at me, needing assurance
But none of them can see my life

As at night I’m of mere ant size
Crawling up an endless wall
Wondering how to save me
From myself, this life, this all

Then the question grabs my heart
Attempts to smash it to smithereens
Does my life belong to them, or am
I paying my fair dues in arrears?

For as I’m drafting up their futures,
My own is slipping into the quicksand
Of the past; no hourglass to keep track
Of what I now know can no longer last

The ties that bind
Have held me captive
In the prison
Of my own demise
I’ve previously put him
Back on ice
But now its time to -

It’s time to what?
My heart thus protests
Time to grieve?
Done that before
Time to wait?
There’s no relief
There either
Answers my quiet,
Centred core

It’s time to get a grip
It whispers
It’s time to let it slip
It cries
It’s time for inner peace
My dearest
It’s time to love…

And one advice:

It is time,
Time to release

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