Aibunawa
Along came a spider called Freedom
Dark and immaculate
It spun a sky from nothing
And named it Possibility
Upon its web I hope and dream
I am connected to heaven's eternal gaze.
I am drip-fed desire by the gift of its potential form
Faith does not starve with such precision
High I look down upon that which suffers
Those who walk unthreaded beneath the egregore
I love them and hate them for what they endure.
I rub between my fingers the gravity they cannot escape
They call this suffering
Bound by their addictions. Restricted by their afflictions.
Tied to their emotions. Dogma on their head and hands
Praying for death to deliver what living won't abide
And yet---
they pity me.
I bind you in the name of your colorless freedoms. The numbed grayness.
The quiet tyranny of endless choice.
Tell me--
Were you not so entitled to freedom,
would you even call restraint, what held you so gently?
About the Creator
Kristen Keenon Fisher
"You are everything you're afraid you are not."
-- Serros
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Comments (2)
My favorite line: "I bind you in the name of your colorless freedoms. The numbed grayness." Excellent poem.
This was both sultry and thought provoking. Well done!