Simplicity

We are the gods of olympus.

The dogs of dogtown.

Seek to destroy.

And pull down each other.

To be the best.

We want to be Ramses.

A monument eternal.

A colossal of pyramids.

No matter how ugly.

Whatever it takes to take our name beyond.

This feeling.

That I am not enough.

This vulnerability.

We take this and turn it into a stake and drive

It all around us. To pin those who shake our

confidence. To those who have shaken our resolve.

This quiet voice inside that is crushed.

We blame the world for destroying that tiny

vulnerable voice and we wonder

who would seek out such a thing

To torture ourselves

From finding something real

But do we see the realisation

that it is us. It is us that crushes.

That drives the stake of shame and emotion.

That stake called vulnerability.

That drives that stake to hurt those around us.

To destroy all that connects us

So for that one moment.

We feel safe.

But it is that stake

That voice

that tiny fleeting moment

That we should grasp

If we were to look at each other

at one another and take

root and speak in

whispers and love

and hugs and laughter

If were to for that moment to breathe

And take hold

and take of that fear and let it go

to blow it off our hands like a soft flower

butterfly

flapping away into the sun

We could see

and connect

to each other and feel something new

And wonder at the bravery

and stupidity

of our gullible need

to know that one moment of fear

was no so hard but that solid fleeting moment would build trust

and be worthy of that moment to gain

Something human.

For that moment to left go of the pain

and loneliness

To feel complete.

To feel complete.

It's simple.

So simple. Yet so hard.