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I have been learning a lot lately and thinking through a lot of stuff. I was looking back in my journal and found a poem I wrote a couple months ago and part of it really speaks what's been going on I guess, so I thought I'd share it. And hopefully I will write more at a later date!!
The beauty outside brings me to awe.
Beauty that seems absent from my life.
I observe it from the outside in.
So close, yet touch evades me.
Hands tied up, occupied in nothingness,
Yet the ropes that bind do have substance
Their grasp is firm, but mine is firmer.
Letting go would be the answer, yet I cannot.
To do so would be letting go of
meaning, comfort, worth, identity.
It would leave me exposed.
Naked.
Helpless.
To not let go would leave me bound,
Chained.
Oppressed.
Helpless.