Distinction

by

Sekhem Psikor Strecker

Don't look at me; look aside and keep your
Keys away from the locks that imprison me
But can't you see? I am not cages - I'm
Walking towards the light that I have created
For myself in times of unrest and darkness
And my mind is as quiet as a whisper
When I cry; I'm not sad because I am singing

There are shadows here that invade my soul
But I welcome them with open arms and praise
They only keep me company
As I reach out towards the distant light with black and
Frozen hands; fragile tools of feeble love that
Escapes their grasp in a flurry of wind. How
Am I supposed to escape?

And there is a sudden distinction
Between what is good and what is bad
A monopoly of extinction
Of the feelings I once had
It's a shadowed light I walk in
A sheltered life I've dreamt
But it's my choice - my decision
For life, what am I meant?

Why can't I have what I want - the answer
Is clear to me, but a solution evades
My mind. I am tired of it,
Writing chapters of my life in beach sand and air
And bleeding the landscape with my blood, my ink
Tell me: I am fine; for I am crying
Again, crying when I sing

Look at me; look from within outside
And taste the sky with its shattered dream and faith
I am walking beneath your feet
In a reflective shadow of lightered hell and heaven
But pouring within you overhear a sound
That tells you I am whispering; I am singing
With my icy frozen hands

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