I don’t know how to explain the obvious but I keep trying
it’s like I have something to prove.
No reason to get up nowhere to go it feels like freedom
in the rain in this solitude I need not raise my voice
need offer no explanations no analyses no keen insights
need not be witty or clever.
Is this sanctuary or selfishness
how long may we take to heal?
If my message goes unheeded
then the fault is my own
the only proof I can offer
is a burning heart scorching my scarred palms.
This is no stigmata
my only delusion was thinking I could change anything.
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I’d like to believe that consciousness does indeed outlive this mortal coil. Thanks.
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mind alone goes on and on
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