Sole

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This is how I remember it to be;
A feeling, a frustration, a memory, a prison.
Locked inside a vessel arbitrarily called “me,”
And trapped there, forever,
Desperately clawing for the freedom it does not understand.
Desperately living for the understanding that does not exist.
And “they” are all trapped out there,
Save only for the “They” that have never existed outside the in-here;
And never of the two shall either be able to comprehend the other.

First bewilderment, then fear; then terror, then compromise.
From sin to death to new life.
Then fear, then anger, then hate, then questions;
Then peace, but no understanding.
Then friends, but never trust.
Then love.
New life waits, but cannot replace that which survives.

We are locked into a room
With the Eaters of Our Souls;
Turning on the light, we see that which we love.
Trusting, we may soon even learn to love ourselves.
Opening, we love.
Betrayed, we hate.
Beyond, we mend
and find
peace
new life
completeness
identity.

Thought dawns, new life brings new salvation,
And the savior is in the mirror, and behind my eyes,
And he can’t get through the barrier.
And the numinous finds knowledge,
and the knowledge finds the numinous.
New life brings new questions.
And now it is different,
the feeling, the frustration, the memory, the prison.
Then understanding, but peace never more.