Saturday, July 18, 2009

Confinement

I feel, sometimes, like my body doesn't fit my soul. It’s too tight. I feel like its going to pop out my eyes or fall out of my mouth.

 

Gravity is the force that keeps our bodies on Earth with our souls trapped inside.

 

Twisting around my head then to my toes seeking solitude one moment then joyful companionship the next. Sometimes it leeks out with my tears. I felt it those times I shed blood.

 

There are times when I feel it pour and drip from my fingertips.

 

The other day I held my mothers hand in my own. It was the first time I noticed that they were the same.

It’s too tight in here.

 

©Christopher F. Brown 2009

1 comments:

Tonette said...

Deep Brotha!

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