Meaning…

it was revealed to me
secretly
the meaning of existence
why
we smile everyday
and
why we eventually die
slowly

and as I bled
and pushed
you out
my soul escaped

a survival mechanism?
protecting the pain?
a sanity saver?

then your cry called me back
as a rubber band twangs
obedience mindlessly resentless

so imprisoned in my body again
I search desperately for what I know
I knew but now forget

Pastel on handmade Paper

Pastel on Handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2013