The itching ivy palms are my hands.
The sensation hits before I open my mind to think of the words that will probably never echo out.
I’ve been here.
It’s the kind of familiar that you won’t ever be comfortable with.
It’s like being thrown over the railing into a whirlwind of angry water.
The kind you don’t know how deep or how far it goes…
It’s murky with creatures that haven’t even been discovered yet.
That’s the key.
The unknown factor of the reaction.
You see, being the deliverer of truth and honesty is not an easy task.
But it wasn’t meant to be.
I’ve learned that from the good man I read about.
In the mirror, I see a lamb,
The follower of a shepherd.
But I feel the shepherd is guiding the lamb to possess the inner strength of a bull.
Containing the fierceness to resist conformity.
Having a craving for confrontation,
To confidently approach the enemy and the false words that drive lives into the lonely, hole of unsatisfaction and uncreativity.
The eyes of the bull are focused and unfearful to fight at all costs…
To tell the world that life’s worth living.