Too Still Life 13th November

Been too long

Afraid

Doesn’t cover the reality

Or evade

Flashes of boldness

Fade too fast

It’s a sin to stay

But Cowardice for going?

Guttural, breaking, almost a sob

Tearing me to shreds and I am

Nothing

But nothing’s

Still here

And it could be so easy

The distance is palpable

Fingertips touch

A lifetime away

It’s like a looking glass

And there are faces

Places

Space on the other side

Space for me?

Away from my confined shell

Hell

But is there enough

If I leave behind

Am I enough

To pack it all away

Go or stay?

Longing so deeply for my own foothold among others

Paths

And so independence is farce

So much could or could not be on either side

How can an

Ending begin elsewhere?