I
stand amid the habitual buzz and bustle
Failed
by the remarkable strength which always carries me along with the throng
Drowned
by the intensity of my pursuits and the weight of my duties
Alone
in a crowd too absorbed in their cares to perceive
Transiting
into a phase of weariness
The
kind that makes being strong Herculean
And
the possibilities of vulnerability, enticing
Though
at the peril of susceptibility to sheeply preys
Propriety
restricts my impulses to scream
The
resolve which I currently detest refrain me from letting loose the waterworks
Today,
I withdraw my shoulder and palm of comfort from my burdeners
As
I scurry off in search of that which will serve me
Albeit,
vulnerability be attractive
With
a long to, without restraint, bare my heart to the unjudging
And
at once, at loss as to whom it might be
As
these who were, are losing ground hold.
Without
doubt, there are those with honest hearts and profound intentions
Nonetheless,
I do not will to reveal
For
fear of being distinguished as that which I currently desire to be...
Faint!
So
unclear, uncertain and uncommitted
I
tow around on me the weight of my pent-up sufferings
Frustrated
by the vividity of unshed concerns
Who
in themselves are of no State import
Yet,
possess a sensitivity that makes revelation a work of care
The
eventuality of this phase is the surety that my detested strength will return
At
a calculated moment of undeniable acceptance, complete with open embrace
Accompanied
by a duty to be her I used to be
And
a recall to pended obligations
With
irritation that is self-directed
I
re-receive the unattended
Then
reflect on the carousel that has become me.
