Day: 15 August 2016

reflection

i put my hand into the silver, the shift of temperature tingles along my arm.
i can feel the presence, of another who wants to connect with like minds.
grasping on to them, i pull and struggle to stay in place.
tightening my grip, pain begins to pierce me.

i cannot fight the force,
i cannot let go,
i struggle within,
will i subdue?

or is this all moot – will i always be engaged
to escape