Suffocating stories
Suffocation
Stories abound
Human suffering
Tied and bound
By the hands of the one
Telling himself/herself the strain
Whether told untold
It will always remain
While you hold onto those stories
Of you as you feel
You’ll look right down the barrel
As the inward broken wheel
Anger all pervasive
Hurt streams through you
Running from your breath
Hurt running too!
Giving up, to suffocate
Drown in your sorrows
Breaking up friendships
Fading tomorrow’s
Suffocation
By stories
In your head
Your heart sees
Suffocation
By the worries
Of long held
Broken seeds
Forever being implanted
By the long held harm and blame
Suffocation remains
Worsening your claims
Claims to reclaim
The lost parts of you
Held in this basket
Where your body
Was used
Your body is your reclamation
Because without it
You can’t roar
You can’t fuel
The inner fire
As creation
And more
But rather
You’ll always be in the story
Of your long held
Broken view
New openings, new beginnings
Cannot break through
You may run as the lion
But you’ll never
Find your feet
As the roar untainted
As the lion
Set free
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Free from all thought of “I” and “mine”, that man finds utter peace. ~Bhagavad Gita
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