I’ll leave a day before I have to
And will seem cold or even mean
When I hold out to you my hand to
Say good-bye; this time I will mean it;
/
From the museum you built around me
I cannot help but want to run:
I was born human, not an idol,
Frozen in place, forever young;
/
I will walk quicker than I need to,
I will go farther than I must,
And on the banks of a misty river
I’ll make of twigs a bony hut;
/
If on a dark night dies my bonfire,
My heart will set my flesh alight,
And smoke and fog will dance together,
And wood and bone will turn to dust;
/
You, who was once me, and who tried to
Protect from flames that born to burn,
To put on a pedestal a human, to keep
From leaving what was gone,
/
Don’t be afraid to live the moment
Of you and I becoming one
On the banks of a misty river
Under the early morning sun
Always an interesting read…this speaks to me of conflict within one’s self.
Thank you for reading! I wrote the poem about the conflict between the ego and the universal soul.