Post by Castle Court Jester on Sept 5, 2023 1:08:22 GMT -6
Dismissing
Go to the great rock in the valley.
There you will find your own name
or perhaps your initials, it matters not.
After all they are one and the same.
You will find yours to be one of millions
and you will wonder what does it all mean?
Never knowing your name has been on this rock
you are left feeling strange. Unclean.
Did you do something to earn your name here?
Perhaps something good?
Why must it be bad?
But who put your name upon this rock?
And when?
It is driving you mad.
On top of the rock shines a light like a beacon.
You must scale your way to the top.
Once there you will find all of your answers.
Once there you will feel your heart stop.
Anticipation.
Fear.
They now control you.
Again you have assumed that this must be bad news.
Perhaps this is why we are so ready to quit.
Our own self decides we must lose.
At the top you see a gold box by the light.
You walk over to it wincing as you squat down.
The gold box has your name written in blood,
in your own handwriting now dried reddish-brown.
You open the box and the light shines upon you.
The box is empty but for a paper you miss.
The light stops shining.
The paper with your name will remain
until you stop dismissing your own self like this.
--msl2023
Go to the great rock in the valley.
There you will find your own name
or perhaps your initials, it matters not.
After all they are one and the same.
You will find yours to be one of millions
and you will wonder what does it all mean?
Never knowing your name has been on this rock
you are left feeling strange. Unclean.
Did you do something to earn your name here?
Perhaps something good?
Why must it be bad?
But who put your name upon this rock?
And when?
It is driving you mad.
On top of the rock shines a light like a beacon.
You must scale your way to the top.
Once there you will find all of your answers.
Once there you will feel your heart stop.
Anticipation.
Fear.
They now control you.
Again you have assumed that this must be bad news.
Perhaps this is why we are so ready to quit.
Our own self decides we must lose.
At the top you see a gold box by the light.
You walk over to it wincing as you squat down.
The gold box has your name written in blood,
in your own handwriting now dried reddish-brown.
You open the box and the light shines upon you.
The box is empty but for a paper you miss.
The light stops shining.
The paper with your name will remain
until you stop dismissing your own self like this.
--msl2023
