Dear Sky,
I shall no longer fly back to Oz to see
you.
Looks like I need to find my own blue.
No escape, to the Land of Oz,
To be in your loving embrace.
My path is here now, and falling apart with each pace.
I look to escape but there is no way
out.
All decisions seem riddled with doubt.
No exit. No leaving. No going back.
No escaping via that old side track.
It seems I shall stay here and
accompany the Dweller.
My ever loving Nemesis and tall story
teller.
The One who takes me to the Threshold.
And makes me realise how I long to be
Whole.
I seek to transform his aggression,
but anger is the only expression,
that I manage to give back as my gift.
I cannot see actions of love, nor care.
The contradictions I see make me
confused and scared.
I watch as I see words and actions
clash.
Fury he stirs with responses
so brash.
No closer to understanding the truth of
the matter.
No heart to heart, on his part, only
chatter.
If there is no willingness for peaceful
agreement, understanding and love.
Then in the company of his own
judgements I shall leave him thereof.
So sweet Sky of Oz,
Looks like I will not see you this
year,
Time to face the cold with the cloudy
days now here.
One thing I will tell you, and you can
be sure.
From all I could give, you would be
worthy of more.
.
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