If I could whisper across the expanse reach into the recess of your heart to the visceral self wherever you may be—
In the sewer, the pleasure house, behind bars looking unto death, in the corner of the street, in the debris of broken homes, in the ravages of war and hunger, in loneliness or dejection, in anguish or in fear.
In the throes of a body waning away. In the gaping wound of a self torn out. In the lap of a parent or an orphan counting wishful stars.
Abandoned or violated. Neglected and beaten, or surrounded yet keening over. Poor to the bones or drowning in riches.
Those bleeding fists against invisible walls the ones seen yet unseen, heard yet unheard, loved yet unloved.. Those who laboriously hold up a guise in exchange for a little warmth a little acceptance
..so ever tired..
I would whisper.. you matter…you matter..
I would howl across the ripples of time, again! You matter! You matter..
Your very existence is a coalescent of all there is, was or will be. You matter… for just appearing here with us.
Eyes unseeing, ears unhearing, looping through the same sceneries, the same horrors, the same miseries.
Broken hearts to hardened stones. Heavy shields, dented drawn up on weary arms. Spines bent on burdens collected unawares. Gnashing teeth against gilded cages.
Oh, the Rage that never splutter out Thirst that never quenches Pain that never staunches Hunger that never satiates Famine that never green.
Can we hear each other? The screams of the haunted, shackled in chains of our own making..
Clinking away on barren lands unheedingly, relentlessly beating away new links welding them into place. A suffocation that every soul shares no matter who clinches a link where or even when.. It lacerates through all.
For if you looked, looked through the space between our souls you would find a single scroll unrollingendlessly. A continuous flow of gold-lacquered inscriptions stringing us and all that is together like a claspless beaded necklace. And if you dare read, you will find us
A Recognition so ancient within. Inseparable and One will make wisps of the chains coiled around us..
The murmurs slithering into your thoughts Black ink bleeding into your mind. Lurking horrors and traps of the unknown, unknowable and uncertainty.
Crippling under this colossal darkness fed on to your terror stricken soul in endless loops. Nights of paralysis and goose flesh a scream bubbling in your chest. It’s a friend and a foe.
For Fear shows your borders stark clear. A border of annihilation if that’s how you see it. But if you can take him by the hand kiss his inky curls across your body, listen to his hair-raising teachings of your hidden self and take the step across hand in hand fingers entwined.
You would watch your horizons recede far beyond.. your wildest imagination. The Dawn of your Becoming.