SuperNova Afterglow: End Of Days

Freedom From the Burden of Another

Should it be toilsome to hold you in our hearts?

Should it be a very bad life for us,
if we don't carry that concern for you in our hearts?
It is our struggle to please you,
while trying to take away some satisfaction
selfishly, for ourselves?
in how we live?
If we do not carry your heart in our heart,
how light then the burden?
Once weighted
do we lift at all?
separate from your gravity?
or eternally earthbound
to see your eyes
know your will
none greater than our own
permeates the tender shell
penetrated deeply and often           (catch your breath here)
because our wings are shorn
once we first realize
the necessitude of cohabitation
with one who so dearly
plays with our heart,
our soul, our mind                    (here, too)
as if we have none,
nothing to share but be enslaved
to cruel, centric master
of our domain?

Thank you for loving me
in your way
knowing my only worth
in this struggle for self freedom
is the innermost pressure
that allows me feel
I have lungs, veins thick, blood
pulsing, heart pumping           (inhale, again)
from the struggle within
to be sure I have not displeased one
so kind
to let me dwell near
serve
a hungry soul more dominating
than a mere poet
who mutters words
as he scribes
at your tidy, kitchen table.

Should it be toilsome to hold you in our hearts?



Should I have to explain?
Okay, because it's Sunday. I'm on a spiritual quest. And, I don't want to clean the garage.
That simply sparked my brain to produce an ode to a woman who doesn't understand why I cannot accept the conformity of her religion anymore.
My home life IS dystopian...if you give her power over you.