it's cold outside, within the
mainstream of frozen stone-hearts & iceberg souls
consistently surviving these winter
storms, I march on, trying to keep my pace,
trying not to fall into the cracking
iced pavement beneath me,
I hike the mountains, steel-gripped
soles,
with all my might, determined to peak,
determined to fight,
even amongst this life-long, blizzard's
coldness, that beats against my high set cheeks,
stopping...but, only long enough to
notice the Sun's shine...
...long enough to notice that...
currently, we're actually facing Summer's glory
& I see Her glowing, apart a quick
moment,
as I have to keep my pace quick, to win
this race,
which seems abnormal in growth, looking
down upon weathered & beaten shoes
my feet feel bare... as bare as my
heart in this second's stare...
...a second
...to steal a stare, & life appears
at a stand still,
as I momentarily, stand still, knowing
I still feel Winter's rage...
& Eye Am grateful for an anchored
Soul,
for it is here that I go, to regain
sanity's sake,
withIn... to remind mySelf that Eye
Am...
that...that... this hold I must! Keep,
as I feel mySelf in weak-ness
a slippery-sloped pavement's map,
a lesson to my seeds.... this life's a
battle yea...
but, you have to refuse the poison of
its disease-s....
its greed.....&
...some call it a living hell
& this old spirit of mine has a
hell of a tale,
as 'Eye Am' replenishes Her own warmth
daily,
keeping a weary heart pumping,
surrounded by a cold world, full of
infected minds, trying to freeze souls
& when this body wants to succumb
to the will of 'Its' death....
the beating of my ancestors' ancient
drums sound off within me,
refusing my feet to become as like the
hardened ice beneath us,
because, this mirage society feeds is
some tricky shit,
yet, Eye am the Earth beneath my feet,
the air in which Eye breathe....
the Urth that will continue on, with a
Soul shrieking song,
crying out to the beating of my feet!!
as they pound the ground,
with a reminder that Eye'm still in
this race!
& I continue on consistently,
though I will not always, consistently
continue on “this way”
& I hold to the internal conflict
of ….
a “once upon a time”
weariness.....of Her life's struggles
… the refuge of “the soon to come,”
melting away of the the external frozen
slivers,
greeting her destination, before
another frozen soul emerges ice
©
LeTisha.W.Bowie 6/22/13
