"Maybe ..."

"Maybe . . .”

cji

1976/2018

you will learn of the depth

of a soul other than that

with which you were born,

but are you willing to share

the pain that associates

with knowledge that has power

to destroy, to weaken, to take

that which is not yours to own?

If you are what gives you the right

to take this power which is not yours?

How can one know what will become

of the soul, no longer its own

but borrowed and raped by another?

Maybe you will learn of secrets

locked within snow banks called ice,

to be melted only with time, patience,

and a love unfeigned;

Maybe you will be dragged to burn

to scream, to anguish beyond a veil

which you were intended not to see,

and to endure blindness, or deafness,

or to become mute because words

will not express thoughts unable to be seen,

or nightmares unheard

because of the darkness of the soul;

Maybe you will learn the depth,

maybe you will learn of another's soul

but at what cost are you willing to charge

for a ride that has no end, no beginning,

only parts, here and there, to be still,

then to race breakneck into an abyss

with no form, but life,

what price will you charge

or are you willing to pay,

to enter this soul . . .?

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