No, not thinking out of the box
Too focused on everything inside the box being o.k.
making sure the limb is stable and sturdy before climbing out on to it
Experimenting freely?
Nope, experimenting for sanity
Creating to see what I am still capable of
My smart bet is on myself now
The dumb gamble is on others
I fold
I digress back to my little box
My home in the safe nest of the tree
ME

Shame

Has now become my shadow

My silent stalker

A leather clad dominatrix of emotion

Gagged and bound I obey

A looming shade of gray

I beg of forgiveness

But Shame is relentless

Likes a glass of fine whiskey and cigar

As I see to the bruises

As I mask the scars

There is a word I could say if it goes too far

I have'nt said it yet

So, here we are

Mia

Feeble hands
Fragile glass
I've grown weak building this house
But it's almost done
One more task to overcome
Many flaws
Still, I deticate my cause
To glueing the cracks
Even as the blood runs red
There is promise of shelter ahead

Hear the words I say
Words are so complex aren't they
They carry with them so many meanings
Symbols of histories and feelings
Your intentions usually different than mine
Too much to fit into a word which confines
Emotions of the indescribable kind
It can be hard to chose which to follow
The Heart or the Mind
But I find, that in time
Truth will be heard
Forgotten, will be the absurd
Still, what would you gain
It could save you so much pain
If you just...
LISTEN
<OM>
~Mia~

robes led them off
led into silence they follow
down the deep and hollow
rabbit holes and todem poles
only black smoke
clear to white
look towards the light
~Mia~