Inner-Course A Plea for Real Love

freedom piece Immersed in a pool of chaos and confusion, fearful of freedom, scared of peace and afraid of living in a so-called civilized world, I reach out for something other than what is being offered to me. My efforts are labeled radical, categorized as abnormal, and seen as a waste of time. Dreams are for the night, they tell me. They want me to embrace the sky as only a home for clouds, but I want to reside there, at least temporarily, dancing winged and free among the birds singing for one another. The music of the skies belongs to each of us, to newborn babies, to the elderly and everyone in between. What kind of existence pays homage to those that came before us, to those that sacrificed so that we might breathe freely? Is it one of complacency, do nothingness and waiting for change? Or is it that which suggests that I might be the very thing the world waits for, that I might possess the recipe or hold the key? hold me my fears rise like bath water in our small tub the closer your breath is to the nape of my neck the hotter i feel as the perspiration rides the tip of my nose your well-intentioned embrace causes watery eyes and heart races beating in time to the sound of my cries your hands big and warm cupped together serve as the perfect reservoir reminding me of what i've been thirsty for carefully cautiously i slowly sip your warmthBlackman, Toni is the author of 'Inner-Course A Plea for Real Love', published 2003 under ISBN 9780375509148 and ISBN 0375509143.