Nestled in the arms of a foothill, discomfort is aware of my ache.
Though the sky etches out a glorious sun…is it forsaken?
There is no warmth from the ground below.
I push this transition further and further into the granite strings to my heart.
Whether heaven be above awash in blue hue or…below in what is home.
Remorse prefer I walk alone.
I have been thinking about…sin, as of late.
When it ends?
Where it begins?
How it hovers around from within?
A snap of the bony spine that breaks when seated.
Why did someone else place their misdeeds…in my mind?
Why the cheating hearts of childhood passed down a broken a throne?
A title handed down…for me to own.
I have been thinking about sin…as of late.
How it is meant to control.
How it is a hand me down…stunting the soul, as it grows.
So true, the closer the destination.
The further it be… out of grasp.
So true, the ice forming over the grass.
What to make of an end…
I cannot meet.
Obvious, the hindered earth underneath my feet.
Jagged bone of soil all around.
Veiled hollowed abound.
Sometimes the miles traveled.
Seem not worthy my trial.
Whatever tomorrow brings.
Can it be worthy of my journey’s denial.