The Journey
Posted: Fri Sep 25, 2015 7:51 pm
Trapped inside eternal circles,
wheels within wheels
with no end and no beginning;
they ramble along going nowhere
on an invisible track
that doesn’t exist
unconnected they have no rhythm
but to rumble and grumble
in defiance of my made deafness,
and there are no horizons
in the discomfort of blindness
if I acknowledge their screams
some will thrive and sing freedom
others will find another path
and seek me out again
when I travel on their road
as I slowly cripple the wheels
the circles stop turning,
echoes escape seeking my heart
in awesome artistic whispers
I can deny them no longer
For I am their soul carpenter,
designer, and seamstress
thus I sew their threads together,
weaving smooth beautiful love laces.
Fulfilled in their purpose
they sprawl on fresh white sheets
for discerning eyes to savour
then, weep at their woven beauty
Words
©Stella Armour 2013-05-19