“I’m not a prophet or a stone-aged man, just a mortal with potential of superman. I’m living on.”– David Bowie
Heeding the noisy distractions
that were never meant for me
I became submerged in quicksand needs
and desires, a fog so dense it blinded me.
I almost forgot how to breathe.
I would’ve died in the fog
if I hadn’t remembered
at the last minute
how to breathe without respiring
the noisy distractions meant to kill me.
I’ve been trying to remember how to breathe
for so many years that I’d gotten used to
the noisy wheezing that barely sustained me.
Noisy distractions are not real; what’s real
can never just disappear, receding within
the dense fog to be hidden.
I cannot hide from my true feelings
but I can fight back the noisy distractions
that were always meant to destroy me.
Peace & Love,