queasy

queasy,
the cry of bloody murder
at full tilt,
allowed

wholly expressed
without reservation,
put on the page

permission

now the bits of light
are seen,
the cracks
where it isn't,

the petals begin to fall,
the seed, the birthplace
of laughter

serenity,
the background

benign

life support

give it to me head on,
every drop of blood/fear,
the whole flood

just try to be afraid/angry/in terror
without stopping
for an instant

SEE how much effort it takes;
is it even possible?

how long can you really believe it/hold that,
the lie that you are not connected to all that is?
everything your mirror,
your mind--
you put the meaning on it

Is it true?
Don't you want to know?
Isn't all of it
a call for truth?

Hasn't this experience
helped you understand
and SEE more clearly?

Life support,
it MUST be expressed,
honored,
respected
before it can go

Isn't that what You
want?