Self Sabotage

A collective chaos fell
The spinning world stopped
Birds can fly straight lines
Headed North for home
Headed South for winter
Directions open and a compass pivots

When the tornado stops
Motion is still felt inside
For hours or days, everything is uneasy
When chaos is absent, we create our own
Battles and wars and open broken sores
Compassionate selection wavers in choice
Magnificence

Straps hold us down, unbridled release
Decisions revoked and skin opened up
Muscles and nerves poked
Electric shock
Mercy on me
Mercy on my soul

I give it up
I give it all to you
Guide me

© Dallas J. Moore 2013

 

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