DKGS: A Diary

Possessed by my extremities, the internal conundrum of civil war echoes around my skull, around the cage holding my lungs as I struggle to breathe.

My feet may walk, legs helping me stand tall, but these together are why I run.

It is not fear

It is not longing

It is a raging fire within my soul, dousing kept out by closed windows cascading tears.

Hands may hold and arms may sway, but to strike another is my own doing.

It is not fear

It is not anger

It is a misunderstood emotional whirlwind venting itself at the universe through physical demonstrations of power.

My head can think, echoing in silent voids, holding not even a shadow, not even darkness or light.

To harbor ill will is conscious.

It is not fear

It is not ignorance

Which leads the mind astray and plunges daggers into the hearts of others.

My soul is a conflagratory tidal wave held by the floodgates.

We who ignore the war we wage upon ourselves built the damn.

What I do not see I do not know

I see nothing

It is not fear

It is complacence

I choose to know only what I now know.

I never wish to learn more

IamNotAfraid

And yet, let me peek, one shade drawn, at the world beyond my soul.

Beyond the dam

The rain falls

The fire burns

And I draw one curtain aside

It is fear which motivates us, and it is disregardence of that fear which promotes ignorance.