Hazy Acres

I am coming closer to the realization that I am the shadow of a shadow 

Found comfort in the person back there

As I enter the arena my wrists have become more flexible 

Twisting like a woman whose fed up

Or a man hammering nails in church 

Delicately intentional  

Letting go of it 

Giving up so the vision is clear 

I gave up enough to see the door open 

Then close 

Then open 

My hand is stuck pushing and pulling and fighting 

Slamming on the door 

More and more and more and more 

Then silence 

Painful silence begging for relief 

There is no more sun in this room 

There is no more moon in the window 

There is no more here to ponder

I was comfortable now I am comfortable 

Again 

With different vibrations 

And more anxiousness 

And more feelings 

And more of an ability to say 

No 

Involved in some new level of Kindness

But angry