Revo

Sweeping.

Can you find meaning in this? 

There can be no other recourse; 

For every action, the consequences are sweeping;

For every feeling misunderstood, there is a place for them to be swept;

For my shaking hand, my caffeinated mind, my quivering lip, 

There is a place. 

I wander in a daze. 

A Home & A Hand

I am a twisted root, I am a fortified wall;
You care not to explain.
The anima; At once I cry with joyous rapture for the burden, the breath, and breadth, of my being;
at the same time, I torment over the callousness of this very same breadth.

Like the root, I run deep.

Intertwined in all of you; my actions, alongside yours,
like Atlas, carry the weight of the world upon my shoulders.

I lament.

An amoeba,
a serpent;

A flower,
yet not one that cares for your touch;

a valley,
a trail,
a home,
a heart & the truth;

we must bear the weight of our actions.
I must do so.

Although, to commit, is an entirely different thing.