| | How long this hallway is, filled with gilded frames around those whose
eyes judge, lined with alabaster pillars, candlelight vacillating from
flickering to strong, shadows collapsed across my path.
These steps, they feel so weary, feel so measured, not my own.
Tentative toes first, position witnessed on bated breath by echoing
shadow feet.
How I long to shed this way of being, the figures in this life, the meaningful attachments.
A habit weighing on my angled shoulders like a cloak of layered arms
that tug and slow my pace til accomplishing one step feels like a
marathon of effort.
But
If I could just find the point at which it snared itself around these
shoulders, unclasped it so it fell, how liberating it would feel to
cast off its heavy burden. And, as it collapsed and slumped upon
itself, I would gleefully observe its demise over my shoulder as I flee
with a spring in my step, heedless of my direction, simply dancing a
filigree course.
Remain the keystone or crumble free... |
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