It is a feeling between confusion and anger where these tears lie
It is more like what, than why
I am confronted with
What is
I am in here- in my body
Yet I am not sure why
Why do I ask why in my answers
Or is it my quest or my journey to be
To live inside these…
So I walk or crawl
Sit or stand
In the midst of this
So I ask and cry for a release
And want to be held ever so close
Guarded from my own anger and fears
Guarded from my own perpetration
Relaxing somewhere deep in my imagination
Ever so briefly…
Ever so
Between this madness
These questions.
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