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
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.
