Weapons

Sticks and stones may break my bones

But words…

those hurt much deeper

Inside this shell of flesh and bone

Exists a spiritual creature

Truth can sting as much as lies

And worse than insults… so can WHY

An incessant Jackhammer

Pounding away at my conciseness

Why that? Why this?

Why hate? Why Bliss?

Why can’t I ever stop asking why?

Trust me I’ve tried

So many times…

Attempting to dull the sharp blade

of this bipolar constant companion of a question...

Substance or mindless distraction

Merely momentarily masking

The inevitable returning chain-reaction

Of the asking reattaching…

Latching on to inconsistencies with laser precision

Seeking to make sense of separation and schisms

Why some seemingly selfishly seek more

Leaving others without so much as a floor

To call their own…

Though now… “ownership” comes into question

Oh, did I mention..

I kinda ask a lot of questions

Countless hours spent alone allowed ample space for introspection

Amplified by attempted dot connection

Always attempting to see

the bigger picture clearer

Though I’d often like to look away..

“Ignorance is Bliss” they say

Might explain why I’m often miserable..

Another question…

Would I have it otherwise?

Intentionally blind all 3 eyes?

Absolutely not...

Surprised?

Let me explain why

(It’s one of the few why’s I can)

After years under constant attack…

I’ve become stronger,

and now I fight back

I’ve found fellow askers

Who’s kind words,

acknowledgment and advice

Brought my bruised and battered awareness back to Life

And reminded me of the most powerful word of all.

Not the incomplete version

that makes people fall..

Head over heels, or straight on their ass

This version is in a whole other class

THE un-con-ditional kind

LOVE