Constant Motion

Constant motion to pavement.
Parallel lives move like these parallel lines.
Emerald hills move back against
The backdrop of a slate gray vanishing point
And somewhere, I forgot the point of
    What. This. Was.
            Something to defend?
                Something to mend?
I think it the latter of the two.
Now I follow sunset’s dubious eye line
Bathed in rich golden purplish hues
Resurrecting my 3 lives
Because our cells regenerate every 7 years
And I am 22. You do the math.
I’m bringing life to my lives past.
Each one coinciding more
                Deeply than the last.
I’m in so deep that I’m at
The beginning of the end
And never did I intend
For this to happen.
I never intended for this entrapment.
Constant motion to shrug off the notion
That I.don’t.belong.
  It feels all wrong.
My soul, my life, was mistakenly
Placed within these 4 walls
With all these LIARS, ABUSERS, & FAKES.
I should trust God’s judgement
Is what they say.
But somehow I strayed far from
The folds of His arms
When my memories
Fell like boulders
Onto my shoulders.
I have yet to gain back
The faith I lost in
Those deep, dark & lonely days.
I fold up all I hold dear
Into the confines of my heart-
It runs so deep that there’s
No hope of ever finding the bottom.
I follow these parallel lines
Like my parallel lives but
Time is perpendicular and it’s
Never on our side;
   It slices like a knife.
I must reach the edge
Before sunrise begins.
But I already see its mirrored  
Twin rising in the stillness of the ocean.
Life is just one constant motion.
It doesn’t stop and wait for you
To contemplate its own contradiction. 
 

© Me – 2008