Given up
Suspended
between
heaven and hell.
Flying I see
men and women
Forever scrambling
to live and die.
Never looking
up nor down.
Never touching
sky nor star.
Never feeling
pleasure nor pain.
Worshiping idols of
dreams and sand.
Living in worlds of
misery that maims.
Where should I go next?
To the azures
that beckons me up?
Or the abyss
That is pulling me down?
Suspended
I want to stay.
Afraid
to loose my way.
In your hands I want
To surrender
Surrender my
life and death.
Surrender my
body and soul
You choose when to
suspend or suspense.
You choose
If my heart is ready
to surrender
or
suppress.
Please choose.
For I have given up.
I like the physical design of this piece, how it allows you to focus on isolated ideas that flow from observation to personal feelings and direction.
I Appreciate your kind words
A sort of emotional shibari…I like it,
Love, Lizzie,