caught between the lines & the lies

inspired by a revolutionary boi

i read your pain today

it was as real & tangible as my own

you summed up the parts of me that are

have been

might be

incoherent & cohesive, the coming & the going

the lows & the lows & the lows

the hollow expectation that life has some meaning

&  purpose for us

we get so lost in the journey

with such a long distance to happiness & well-being

that’s just how fucked up life gets

a very complicated & isolating & accommodating

darkness we uneasily hold on to

knowing its unsafe passage ends with

a destination landmarked by our scars & our fears

we are confused by the choosing

we are at a dead end...we can go no further

still, we wonder if  (& we hope) the light will come

if the invisibility of this fog will lift long enough

for us to find our way back

find a way to change coordinates & forge ahead

though it seems difficult

like it’s too far to turn back

with not a glimmer  not a hope

nor a rainbow

stormy weather…we’re lost in stormy weather

yet our souls are connected…tethered in the mire…in twists of fates

in the roots of ancient trees...tumbled

by our physical and psychic pasts…drawn together

we are each other’s hope

we're but caught between the lines & the lies

today i read your pain & i felt my own

tangible  real  demanding  relentless

unimaginably excruciating

i got lost in it

but we will get to that place &

it will hold us with love & peace & knowing

& grace us with a more reliable barometer

a better map, perhaps a spirit guide

who will prepare us for the storms

navigate a different path

&  we’ll wait patiently for the darkness to pass

for the sun to lighten our hearts & make us believe again

in a life worth living…in ourselves worth loving 

in you & me finding our way