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Beneath This Body

By R.M. Engelhardt

Beneath This Body

You arise awake
Early in the morning

The sun
Its light
Rises
Upon the
Forests
The cities
The beach

Upon
Your face


We
Become
Motion into
Moment
Distant thoughts
In our minds
Telling us
That something
Is not right

But wrong

This life
This world
This song

Trapped
Within a self
A world of
Our own
Making

Our voices
Suppressed
Our hearts
Denied

But we go on

Ignore the
Impulse to
Run

Escape from
The cages of
Reality

Reckoning


But beneath
This flesh this
Exterior this body
The spirit still
Breathes the
Voice still exists

The soul that
Merely waits
For you to
Find it the
Poem that waits
For you to
Write it the
Heart that
Tells you to
Find your true
Self

For
Beneath this
Body there
Are no cages
No restraints
No laws

Only sanctuary
Only refuge

Only words

The light
Through the
Window

Of the prison
Wall






Article © R.M. Engelhardt. All rights reserved.
Published on 2020-05-25
Image(s) are public domain.
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